[ Matt doesn't catch every one of Abel's words? But he can't help but be charmed by them. And anyway, in his experience, vibes between people aren't about the words so much as the ebb and flow. The energy that passes each to each.
Abel may not need the assurance, but Matt replies anyway: ]
They're both closed. I promise.
[ And then, for a moment ... Matt listens. Lets the words paint a picture in his mind that grows more vivid with each new phrase. The bright blue water, the salted air, the sand. God, he misses the beach. He misses all the mountains he never hiked, the forests he never visited. Matt tries to push the sadness away--to envision something new instead, something that doesn't taste like regret.
... Did Abel say "flamingos"? ]
Oh God, [ Matt protests, on the verge of laughter once more. (His eyes remain dutifully closed.) ] I can honestly picture that perfectly. The shirt has guitars on it for some reason. Guitars, parrots, and palm trees.
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Abel may not need the assurance, but Matt replies anyway: ]
They're both closed. I promise.
[ And then, for a moment ... Matt listens. Lets the words paint a picture in his mind that grows more vivid with each new phrase. The bright blue water, the salted air, the sand. God, he misses the beach. He misses all the mountains he never hiked, the forests he never visited. Matt tries to push the sadness away--to envision something new instead, something that doesn't taste like regret.
... Did Abel say "flamingos"? ]
Oh God, [ Matt protests, on the verge of laughter once more. (His eyes remain dutifully closed.) ] I can honestly picture that perfectly. The shirt has guitars on it for some reason. Guitars, parrots, and palm trees.