I like to think of them as OUR arrows

"I don't know, I don't want you to think I have a blind fetish or something," Kate pointed out before her own faint smile kissed the rim of her cup of coffee. It wasn't a fetish, no, but the theme had certainly caught her interest ever since she started to know Matt better. Watching a romantic movie involving one? It had felt like the cleanest of dirty secrets.

As Sam climbed on her lap, Kate let her hand travel from the top of his head down to the base of his tail, the ginger kitten raising his rump to meet her caresses. "Anyway so, he is a masseuse." She paused, making sure Matt noticed her leaning towards him briefly. "That's a very important detail, if you wanna pick on it," she clarified playfully, already sounding a little more like her usual self.

"And they start like seeing each other. But then she's like, she finds a doctor that can supposedly cure him, right?" Cure. The term felt so wrong. "Which we both know it's bullshit, because we both know there's nothing to fix. Sometimes people are just different." Would Matt feel like she's trying to fix something in him? "But he goes for it. And it does work, but, like adapting to it all is tough for him. It made the whole thing feel a little sad, you know?"

Turning her head towards him, Kate finally dared to look at Matt again. She loved seeing him like this, stripped away from his armor. No daredevil suit, not buttons up. Not even those cool glasses of his.

Matt had beautiful eyes that, even if they only met Kate's by chance? They almost always offered her nothing but softness and kindness. Mischief sometimes.

A look that was unmistakingly Matt's.

"If you could see, for one night, would you want to?"