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If there were one word to describe the last two weeks of Matt's life, it would be hell. It started with the murder of one of his closest friends, and from there seemed to snowball into a complete mess. Was he the best guy around? Not at all. He was a career criminal. He was a thief. But he wasn't a killer. Especially not someone he had been friends with for twelve years. So to say he was confused when he caught word from the streets that the cops were starting to look at him as a suspect was a major understatement. The only thing he knew for sure was that he had to lay low. Be lowkey. Not in a suspicious manner, but enough to keep any unwanted attention.
Of course, the one time he happened to let his guard down would be when a detective approached him. He was in the park, smoking cigarette while he waited to meet up with a guy. He was completing a drug deal for another friend of his. He noticed the male from the corner of his eye and looked him up and down. He didn't have to explain himself for Matt to know who he was, his outfit told the entire story. But still, he found himself the slightest bit smitten. So instead of resisting, he remained in his spot and allowed Luke to approach him. "Hi. I'm not in trouble, am I? Because I didn't do anything." So much for being lowkey, but it came out of him before he even had a chance to think out his words.