"i never really had much help. been on my own since i was a child, so i learned quick to do things on my own." matt said, turning off the tea pot. his fingertips careful felt the hot pot before feeling the handle, grabbing it and making his way to where she was.
—— placing a pot and filling it with some water and a tea bag.
"give me a minute. this might take a while. would you mind taking out some cups? i don't remember taking some out."
years of living in the same apartment, he managed to remember the number of steps it takes for him to reach certain area, though it isn't without the occasional bumping into the wall or countertop.
matt turned on the stove and placed his hand above, feeling the heat before ——
he used the wall as a guide to lead him into the kitchen where he'd start reaching out to feel the counter, only to bump into it. a short, quick laugh followed as he began reaching upward, opening a cabinet and reaching for some cups. "want some tea?"
as lawyer for most of his day, it seems like those tailored suits are part of him. it's seems somewhat— unnatural to not be in a suit when his whole day is spent in one.
one can say it's not hard to get defensive when someone's asking the type of questions that dig into someone's life. his suggestion; start off easy and maybe he'll open up.