[ Somehow, this is the very last thing Matt was expecting to hear. Well, maybe it's slightly less surprising than if Liem unhinged his jaw and was like s̶̯̳̚u̴̘͛́r̷̰̩̲͗p̵͓̤͝r̵͕̹̊̎̍ȉ̷͔͂̋s̶̥̋ȅ̵͙ ̵̡̎͝ï̷̝̞̙͋͘t̶̛̳͂̂s̷̪̊̌ ̵̢͕̼̎͑́m̸̧̹̟̌̄e̸̢̛̪͌̾ ̸̨̝͙̊o̶͇̫̼̽̈́͊b̷̛̬̦̤̐l̷̗̩̏ͅi̶̡̘͈͋́͋v̸̭͑i̶̹͒̽o̸̫̕͝n̷̥͓̦͆̑. Matt's eyebrows arch abruptly for his hairline.
And he laughs, startled and pleased. ]
Oh my God, we did? [ Matt doesn't know what to do with himself. His thumb brushes Liem's elbow before he lets his hand fall back to his side; he beams. And with another crooked smile, a look that's half inside joke and half apology, he says, ] Gosh, I bet I threw myself at you.
[ As with Amos, Matt's definition of throwing himself at someone is a bit unreliable. It's a measure of internal affection rather than external flirtation. But as with Amos, Matt's positive it's true. ]
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And he laughs, startled and pleased. ]
Oh my God, we did? [ Matt doesn't know what to do with himself. His thumb brushes Liem's elbow before he lets his hand fall back to his side; he beams. And with another crooked smile, a look that's half inside joke and half apology, he says, ] Gosh, I bet I threw myself at you.
[ As with Amos, Matt's definition of throwing himself at someone is a bit unreliable. It's a measure of internal affection rather than external flirtation. But as with Amos, Matt's positive it's true. ]