"You shouldn't be here."
send “You shouldn’t be here.” for my muse’s reaction to stumbling upon yours post-fight. || Accepting
Usually, such a scene wasn’t even notable. The amount of times he’d been in that same situation was absolutely obscene, but seeing Matt like that was quite the shock. His reaction was visible for only a moment, an expression of confusion-- and maybe even concern-- crossed his face, before his usual, cold and controlled scowl returned.
“The fuck happened here? Christ, Miller.” It wasn’t as brutal as something he would have done, that was for sure, but having assumed the kid couldn’t hold his own, he was almost impressed. He closed the distance between them, hand resting readily on the gun at his hip-- just in case. Trouble often found trouble, and he supposed that was why he’d ended up here, too.
“I didn’t think you could hold your own.” He offered a brief smirk, looking the other up and down, albeit briefly. “You good? C’mon kid, s’ never a good idea t’ stick around the scene.”