[ The thing is, right, Matt remember this feeling. He's been in love before. He knows the warning signs, and he's ignoring them completely, because it's fucking nice to feel this way again, and he's already in too deep. What's he going to do now, ignore her in an effort to get her to move on from him?
He may be pretty stupid, sometimes, but he's not stupid enough to ghost someone like Daisy, thanks.
His smile softening at her when she confesses to pining, he winks at her through the camera. ] That's Doctor Robertson, thank you. [ He didn't spend all that goddamn money on getting a PhD to not have people address him by his hard-won title.
Actually, that's a lie. Most of the time he feels vaguely uncomfortable when people refer to him as doctor, though exposure therapy has made it so that he's stopped flinching when his students say that to him. It's a pretty good warning signal, honestly, if he can hear someone asking Sharon if Doctor Robertson is in, it usually means someone is going to show up to his office and ask him for an extension.
Sliding down the headboard of his hotel bed, he props the laptop up a little more comfortably on his middle and fits an arm behind his head so he can still see. ]
[ it's a concession, but a teasing one. the words come weaved into laughter and teasing smiles, reflected in the glint of amusement in her eyes visible even through the compression of her laptop camera. ]
It's been okay. [ not great, not terrible. nothing to write home about. she shrugs a little, mostly for effect. ] I was going to go into the library, but it's been gross all day, so I just worked from my room.
[ the library's coding lab is dark and filled with obnoxiously large workstations, each outfitted with multiple monitors and the sort of nerd chic accoutrements that cost more than any reasonable person would spend: keyboards that clack just so, mice that fit comfortably in the palm of a hand for hours, chairs that seem to fit to the user while still breathable. it's somewhere that offers daisy a taste at what many of her fellows have bought for themselves, top of the line gear. ]
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He may be pretty stupid, sometimes, but he's not stupid enough to ghost someone like Daisy, thanks.
His smile softening at her when she confesses to pining, he winks at her through the camera. ] That's Doctor Robertson, thank you. [ He didn't spend all that goddamn money on getting a PhD to not have people address him by his hard-won title.
Actually, that's a lie. Most of the time he feels vaguely uncomfortable when people refer to him as doctor, though exposure therapy has made it so that he's stopped flinching when his students say that to him. It's a pretty good warning signal, honestly, if he can hear someone asking Sharon if Doctor Robertson is in, it usually means someone is going to show up to his office and ask him for an extension.
Sliding down the headboard of his hotel bed, he props the laptop up a little more comfortably on his middle and fits an arm behind his head so he can still see. ]
Tell me about your day?
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[ it's a concession, but a teasing one. the words come weaved into laughter and teasing smiles, reflected in the glint of amusement in her eyes visible even through the compression of her laptop camera. ]
It's been okay. [ not great, not terrible. nothing to write home about. she shrugs a little, mostly for effect. ] I was going to go into the library, but it's been gross all day, so I just worked from my room.
[ the library's coding lab is dark and filled with obnoxiously large workstations, each outfitted with multiple monitors and the sort of nerd chic accoutrements that cost more than any reasonable person would spend: keyboards that clack just so, mice that fit comfortably in the palm of a hand for hours, chairs that seem to fit to the user while still breathable. it's somewhere that offers daisy a taste at what many of her fellows have bought for themselves, top of the line gear. ]
I think the rain's finally letting up, though.