" you fall into the harbor again, I can't promise I'll find you before sharks smell your blood. " ( now to do impromptu medical care on his wound as he tosses him ashore )
his suit was drenched. fabric clung to cold skin as matthew's fist gripped onto red glasses, cane sprawled half hazard next to him on the ground. the sun felt warm on his skin, the sound of the water nearby (maybe an annoying seagull or two), and . . arthur's voice. despite the empty threat, it was . . soothing, rich. the thought made matt's lip turn up slightly into a smirk before replying.
" yeah, well - " began the man, clearing his throat as he carefully sat up - gaze not meeting arthur's own. " - can't exactly watch where i'm goin', fishy. " the nickname rolling off his tongue, humorous as he teased the other man. blood? the word made matt pause, mentally trying to assess if he was bleeding or not. pain shot through his side as he managed to get into a sitting position, soft hiss passing through lips as he grimaced. " guess i'm not as . . careful as i thought. "