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Okay. I'll explain it when you get here.

[He arrives far quicker than he'd normally manage. He's sweaty and breathless by the time he arrives, pounding on the apartment door frantically.

He's still sort of crying, but it's at least somewhat under control for the moment.]

[ It's okay, Matt certainly doesn't look much better. He answers the door in his sweats, the sound of hooves clattering softly precedes him, otherwise he barely makes a sound. Tired and clearly emotional, Matt looks like he really just wants to disappear.

At least he managed to grab his glasses before going to the door, though now they're held in his hand somewhat awkwardly. He doesn't know Oliver well enough not to hide his face. ]

Come in.

[ Matt slips his glasses on and slides his hand across the wall as he retreats to the living room. Oliver can close the door behind him if he wants. It's not like anyone outside will care about their conversation. ]

[He shuts the door behind him, following him to the living room. He feels like he should probably comfort him, but he doesn't know Matt. Not well.]

I'm sorry. I know he was your friend too. I...

[His voice cracks and he feels his eyes start to sting again.]

He's really...?

Yeah, it's... [ With a sigh, Matt sits down on the couch and offers Oliver a seat. Well, he waves at the rest of their furniture, it's probably the same gesture. ]

It's what this place does to people. It, it hurts.

[ Matt's got bitty horns poking out of his head at all times, a tail and weird ears and hooves for feet, but stuff like this is infinitely more painful. He'd take the changes again if he could save Connor the pain of what he had to do.

Matt's voice wavers as he begins, but he has to start or he'll never say it. He killed his friend. The only other person who knew his secret besides Foggy. The only person he'd come to trust since arriving here. ]

Connor, he was-- was getting hungry. Really hungry. He was losing control.

Edited 2015-12-28 16:59 (UTC)

[He collapses more than sits. He still can't believe it.]

He didn't... he never told me.

[He should have paid more attention to him. He should have listened. Looked for signs. Instead he got so wrapped up in his own problems, was so bad at dealing with Connor's changes he couldn't even tell him how much he was struggling.

He sucks in a breath, face buried in his hands. He doesn't want to know. Not really. But he has to. It's the least he can do for Connor. For Matt.]

What happened to him?

He called me. Had me meet him in a park after he'd... well.

[ He hasn't told anyone else. He won't even tell anyone that Connor asked for it, but Oliver... Oliver deserves the truth. Matt takes a shuddering breath. The guilt he feels is a dead weight in his stomach, making his blood run cold. He remembers the sound of Connor dying. The way his body went cold in his hands. It's all he's been thinking about this whole time. ]

He asked me to kill him. And he told me to tell you he was sorry.

[He doesn't say anything at first. He hadn't known what to expect, but this? It wasn't this. Connor trusted Matt. Matt was his friend.]

But you didn't. Right? You... you wouldn't do that to him.

I wouldn't, no.

[ Matt steels his jaw but his voice wavers anyway. He chokes on a sob, knowing the blame he deserves will come soon enough. ]

Not unless there was no other choice.

[He breathes a sigh of relief, and he's about to ask him what really happened when Matt speaks again. He freezes, words caught in his throat. He feels sick.]

You didn't. You wouldn't do that.

[Except he did. Why would he be saying this if he hadn't? He clenches his fists, but he can't even feel his nails digging into his palms. If he could he wouldn't care.]

He trusted you.

I know. [ He takes a long breath, still crying. Yep. ] That's why he asked, and I...

[ He'd done it. At least Oliver knows now. Even if Connor asked, Matt still did it. ]

I told him there had to be another way. I wanted there to be. But he didn't want to risk killing anyone again.

So you kill him? That's the best you came up with?

It was the best we came up with on such short notice.

[ Matt brings a hand to his face, rubbing his temples, just below his horns. ]

You don't know what it's like yet. Losing control of yourself-- hurting people. Once the hunger takes over, you'll do anything to satisfy it. It doesn't even feel bad when you're doing it.

[ Matt's speaking from experience, which probably isn't very reassuring. ]

Connor didn't want that. I couldn't let him go through that.

Edited 2015-12-29 00:38 (UTC)

[Oliver looks up abruptly. Not that Matt can see it. He doesn't need eyes though to hear just how much fury there is in his voice.]

I don't care what it's like. Don't make excuses. Not for this.

[He can't believe he feels he has the right to be crying. Not over Connor. Not after what he did.]

You could have done something else. You could have helped him.

[ Matt knows hurt and Matt knows fury. It's more than just a tone of voice, it's clenched teeth and a rapid pulse, a mouth going dry and fists drawn tight. Matt deserves this. He doesn't expect Oliver to understand, and he certainly didn't reach out to him expecting some kind of redemption. He knows he will pay for this in hell. He's clear on what awaits him, but at least he knows what he did was right. ]

He contacted me after he had started killing already. We were past the point of getting help.

Edited (wording) 2015-12-29 01:48 (UTC)

No. You decided that. Don't pretend you didn't have options. Just because he asked you didn't--

[Have to kill him. God. He's really dead. This is really happening. He doesn't even know if he really believes Connor was right when he told him people came back.

He stands, then stops. He wants to do something, but nothing is going to fix what Matt's done. Nothing he does is going to bring Connor back to him. He stares at Matt for a long moment, then turns and starts for the door. He can't even bring himself to punch him once.]

Tell Foggy I want his stuff. I don't want you going near him if he... when he comes back.

That's not your choice to make.

[ Sorry, Oliver, but... You haven't exactly been kind to Connor lately, and Connor's made that much clear. Much as Matt may blame himself for what happens, Oliver moved out, not Connor. He doesn't get to decide. ]

Connor can decide what to do when he comes back. His stuff isn't yours.

Edited 2015-12-29 06:36 (UTC)

[That stops him in his tracks and has him rounding on Matt immediately.

No way is the guy who killed Connor going to act like he should be allowed to be around him after that.]

You made that choice when you decided to kill him. He wasn't thinking clearly, and if he wants to be around you after this then he obviously still isn't.

He doesn't have to want to be around me-- what I'm saying is he might not want to live with you. I know things have been... tense.

[ Ugh, he didn't want to make Oliver more angry than he should be, but Connor's made it clear that things are awkward. He's looking out for Connor here, why can't Oliver see that? ]

You can't make that choice for him.

Edited 2015-12-29 07:48 (UTC)

[He doesn't need the reminder. He knows exactly how awkward things have been with them. He really does not need to hear this, much less from him.
]

He's made choices for me. I get to make this one for him.

He doesn't have to stay if he doesn't want. He just... I'm not letting him stay with you. I won't make him deal with coming back here after what you did to him.

That's not how it works.

[ What the hell has Matt gotten himself into. He never intended to get between Connor and his boyfriend, he just wants to respect Connor's wishes. ]

If that's what he wants, then I'll have Foggy bring his stuff. Or you can come pick them up. Or Soeki. I just don't think anyone should make that choice for him.

[ His own death, after all, was his own choice. ]

Edited 2015-12-29 08:31 (UTC)

No. I'm sorry, but you don't get to act like you're looking out for his best interests. You don't have that right anymore.

[ Matt doesn't get angry. Not visibly, at least. He stays calm but firm. Connor made a responsible choice, in Matt's eyes. A selfless choice. He's an adult, and Oliver is his boyfriend, but that doesn't make him his next of kin. ]

One of us has to have some respect for the dead. What you're doing now is ignoring his request like it was crazy to want to stop killing people. I know things haven't changed yet for you, and I'm sorry that Connor didn't see any other choice for keeping you safe, but you don't get to decide to uproot the life he's made here. Legally, you have no grounds for that.

[ Maybe if you hadn't rejected Connor's changes and moved out you wouldn't be sending such mixed messages, Oliver. ]

Edited (oop typos) 2015-12-29 18:03 (UTC)

[Oliver, meanwhile, is about as angry as it gets. He laughs, sharp and short, pacing restlessly.]

I really don't care what legal grounds I have. You murdered him. Don't act like him asking stops that being completely insane for you to go through with, or me wanting him away from you is somehow disrespectful to him. Maybe you don't believe it, but I want him to be safe, and after this? Keeping him safe means keeping him as far away as possible from people like you.

He won't be dead for long.

[ Matt's been telling himself that, over and over. He has to believe it, the alternative would really break him. He speaks with resolve, though his attempt at playing it cool is dwindling. ]

Connor can make his own decisions. He can move out, I won't stop him. It's just... [ He tapers off but doesn't finish. Connor's gonna hate him if he spills. Matt knows he's been crying himself to sleep over the fact that Oliver hasn't accepted his changes. It would be a hell of an awkward thing to come back to. ] Let him be the one to choose who he lives with.

[ And look, he knows it's a poor decision, but he'll say it anyway. The anger is seeping in. ]

You're the one who moved out.

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