It was almost like a hand massage. Given how much his hands ached, Matt was reluctant to pull away to finish making the tea, but he had sugar to find for her and milk for himself. He gave her hands another light squeeze to say he wasn't pulling away out of being upset, he just had tea to make. Rising slowly to his feet, he shuffled towards her fridge and pulled out the milk. A sniff told him that it was real milk, not oat. Sigh. He set it on the table and tried to find her sugar. Kate might note that it took him longer to find the sugar, because a lot of things had sugar in them and smelled like it. Given how tired Matt was, he was more blind finding some ingredients than others.

He opened several wrong cabinets and cursed lightly under his breath when a wrong container was nearly knocked offer, muttering, "Don't overstuff your cabinets," in rebuke at the air. He wouldn't say it to Claire's face. Eventually he found the sugar. Little chemical packets. He made a face as he set them on the table for Kate.

A part of him was dreading this talk. He was still waffling on his decision to move in with Heather. He didn't want Kate to be hurt. If he didn't show the proper enthusiasm by Kate's standards and didn't say the right thing, he might upset her again. Clint had already rebuked him once for failing to be what the people around him need. An anxious ball formed in Matt's gut that he tried not to let show as he located two mugs and began to pour in the water.

"I'm gathering you want to tell me now instead. What did you want to say?"

Of course he knew, but sometimes people wanted to still own the agency of saying something rather than having Matt just say he already knew.