Somehow, in all the new sights and wonders he was experiencing, Matt hadn't calculated for this. Once he'd stepped inside of the changing room he noticed there was a mirror. For the first time in his life, he caught sight of what he looked like as an adult. Or at least, what Kate saw him looking like. Truth layered under the shadow of her perception, but wasn't that often the case? He paused and stepped closer to the mirror, studying the figure that reflected back at him.
Tall. Taller than his dad had been? It was impossible to say, back then Jack had seemed like the biggest man Matt knew. A lightweight boxer's build, one that had for years mixed martial arts in with hitting the bags. Matt had always focused more on precision, speed, and flexibility than sheer strength. Neatly trimmed scruff that was suitable for a courtroom. Some bags under his eyes, and laugh lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth. Dark brown eyes and neat brown hair. Lighter than Kate's hair, but still dark. Pale skin that burned rather than tanned. He undid the buttons of his shirt and lifted up his undershirt to reveal a torso crisscrossed in scars. He let his fingers trail over them for a few moments before he buttoned his shirt up again once more. Middle-aged or nearing it, more adult than he ever thought he'd get to live to look like. "I couldn't even imagine what I'd look like," he admitted. Not after he'd forgotten his father's face.
He felt his knuckles with had fighting callouses on them, then stretched his hands out to see them in the mirror. He held them up, clasping his hands into fists, viewing himself in a boxer's stance. Perhaps it looked ridiculous in his suit, but he didn't care. His red glasses were the final touch. How people really saw him for the most part. He smiled a little as he took some swings in the mirror.
Taking the glasses back off, he turned to look at Kate. He was getting a little emotional and overwhelmed again, so he covered it up with a quip. "Well, I can certainly see why you fell for me. I'm a very handsome devil." It was easier than to say how much this meant to him.
The moment wasn't over though as he got to see Kate step out of her clothing and into her new dress. To view her body in such a revealing way made him suck in his breath. He let his fingers trail over some of the exposed flesh, knowing what it felt like but for the first time getting to view it in this manner. His fingers grazed along her sides as he kissed her breasts, her chest, her neck, and her lips before finally, reluctantly, zipping her up.
He was a little quiet afterwards for a bit, still soaking everything in, but the pastry shop made him come out of his shell once more. He smirked as he knew Kate so well, giving a nod. "Looks like there's some salt and chili on it. Me, I want to try the original first." Just a perfectly done plain croissant. "Though I may take the almond one to try later." Not that there was a very much later, but he didn't want to admit it yet.
Of course they got some pastries for the dogs, too. The dogs could eat them in dreams, right?
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Tall. Taller than his dad had been? It was impossible to say, back then Jack had seemed like the biggest man Matt knew. A lightweight boxer's build, one that had for years mixed martial arts in with hitting the bags. Matt had always focused more on precision, speed, and flexibility than sheer strength. Neatly trimmed scruff that was suitable for a courtroom. Some bags under his eyes, and laugh lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth. Dark brown eyes and neat brown hair. Lighter than Kate's hair, but still dark. Pale skin that burned rather than tanned. He undid the buttons of his shirt and lifted up his undershirt to reveal a torso crisscrossed in scars. He let his fingers trail over them for a few moments before he buttoned his shirt up again once more. Middle-aged or nearing it, more adult than he ever thought he'd get to live to look like. "I couldn't even imagine what I'd look like," he admitted. Not after he'd forgotten his father's face.
He felt his knuckles with had fighting callouses on them, then stretched his hands out to see them in the mirror. He held them up, clasping his hands into fists, viewing himself in a boxer's stance. Perhaps it looked ridiculous in his suit, but he didn't care. His red glasses were the final touch. How people really saw him for the most part. He smiled a little as he took some swings in the mirror.
Taking the glasses back off, he turned to look at Kate. He was getting a little emotional and overwhelmed again, so he covered it up with a quip. "Well, I can certainly see why you fell for me. I'm a very handsome devil." It was easier than to say how much this meant to him.
The moment wasn't over though as he got to see Kate step out of her clothing and into her new dress. To view her body in such a revealing way made him suck in his breath. He let his fingers trail over some of the exposed flesh, knowing what it felt like but for the first time getting to view it in this manner. His fingers grazed along her sides as he kissed her breasts, her chest, her neck, and her lips before finally, reluctantly, zipping her up.
He was a little quiet afterwards for a bit, still soaking everything in, but the pastry shop made him come out of his shell once more. He smirked as he knew Kate so well, giving a nod. "Looks like there's some salt and chili on it. Me, I want to try the original first." Just a perfectly done plain croissant. "Though I may take the almond one to try later." Not that there was a very much later, but he didn't want to admit it yet.
Of course they got some pastries for the dogs, too. The dogs could eat them in dreams, right?
"So, the Eiffel Tower is where we were heading?"