Then I'll get huckleberry.

I can understand her wanting to do such a thing.

Do you want me to keep an eye on her?

Not at all, I'm happy to help out those I care about.
We can go over what you'd like me to investigate when I come over.

Matthew.
Did you not read that last text?

You don't owe me anything.

I know but I would hope that at this stage you know you're more than just an acquaintance to me.

[They haven't kissed but she's sure that Matt can hear how her heart beats faster around him.]

Is that really it? Or are you being careful because you're worried?

Okay, yes. Fair point.

Many hrm?

Because you've lost a lot of those close to you.

Mostly just you.

Now you're just trying to make me blush.

I believe the saying is 'we can smell our own' or something like that.

Thankfully justice isn't always about who is loudest.

Yes.

Ha ha, funny. You know what I mean.

I'd say it's more than something, sometimes it's the only thing people can hold onto while they grieve.

When you say 'the funk' all I'm picturing now is you dancing on rooftops to a disco beat.

Do you ever think they can be the same thing?

I know it would certainly work on me. ;)

Same here, especially if it involves anyone I care about.

I'd love to.

[Any chance she gets to be in his arms is welcome.]

There's a lot of those. And I thought the church was big on black and white, clear right and wrongs.