At hearing her voice, Matt turned a little to face her. There was a moment of silence before he said quietly, "Yeah, me too. I shouldn't have blown up like that." He'd already apologized earlier, but it felt right to say it again. It was such a stupid argument, and he shouldn't always have to keep going to win. Especially when the literal city was at stake. His nerves were absolutely scraped raw, but he knew that Kate's were, too.

He leaned against the doorframe and gave a small, tired smile.

"I don't know why I always bother doing that. Turning to face someone when we're talking. It's not like I can see them." He can sense people, but he doesn't need to face them to do that. He gave a small shrug while musing. "I guess it's just polite. Makes people more comfortable to have someone standing like that than with their back to them." For all that Matt didn't care what other people thought about him, he did take their feelings into consideration with not wanting them hurt. Following some social conventions was something he just did then, even if his eyes never quite looked at hers. His head was always tilted towards her though when she spoke, the best he could manage. He didn't know exactly where her eyes were.

He scuffed his foot on the ground. "I don't know why that came to mind just now." A beat. "I don't want you uncomfortable around me." He didn't want to frighten her.