[ Matt hears the whispers but takes note of the solitary presence. The only sense he can get is someone who speaks to themselves out of some yearning need for comfort, evident in the anxious heartbeat that comes to his ears. With the state of the black outs and the weather, he doesn't take it as anything odd, just a natural wave of emotions under these conditions.
The words are odd, certainly, and it becomes less like a mutter to oneself and more like instructions towards someone. And yet there's little time to try distinguishing the difference. The boy, and it's definitely a boy with the smaller frame and more spry movements, is rushing in his direction, his attention possibly elsewhere.
Matt thinks for a moment he could dodge, but light beams from the windows and he decides against it, feigning surprise when the crash occurs.
His arm reaches out, waving in the general direction of the boy's voice, appearing as though he can't quite tell his exact location. ] I'm alright. A few bumps tend to come more like a bad habit. Are you alright? It sounded like you might have fallen.
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The words are odd, certainly, and it becomes less like a mutter to oneself and more like instructions towards someone. And yet there's little time to try distinguishing the difference. The boy, and it's definitely a boy with the smaller frame and more spry movements, is rushing in his direction, his attention possibly elsewhere.
Matt thinks for a moment he could dodge, but light beams from the windows and he decides against it, feigning surprise when the crash occurs.
His arm reaches out, waving in the general direction of the boy's voice, appearing as though he can't quite tell his exact location. ] I'm alright. A few bumps tend to come more like a bad habit. Are you alright? It sounded like you might have fallen.