He visibly grimaced at the stabbing motion, turning to stare at the other man with a slightly disgusted expression. "Uh, no, she didn't get me in th'neck," was all he could think to say. "She, uh. Got me in th'arm."

What was he saying? Like it really mattered where she pricked him; all it boiled down to was that he'd gone in half-cocked, and failed miserably. Least he'd learnt his lesson?

...that one was a maybe. Matt figured he would just need to think things through the next time, that was all.

"It wasn't really being gung-ho, or any shit like that. I just. I 'unno..." He gave an indifferent shrug. "Wanted out.

"Plus, I need some smokes. Think the withdrawal was makin' me a right maniac, t'be honest." He didn't much like admitting that to anyone, but at least it wasn't Mello he was saying it to? Less chance to be laughed at, that was for sure.