And that's part of the reason that Matt will keep Katniss' secret. He understands that need for keeping people safe and for not exposing everything to everyone for lots of different reasons. Foggy and Karen will be fine. It might take a little bit to adjust, but they care about him.
There's no need to make any comparison. Matt knows that he was gifted with some special abilities and that's why he does what he does. He can. Katniss can do other things that Matt can't. This isn't a contest.
Opposites can attract and those differences can compliment each other. That is enough, for now and if they work for it, for the rest of their lives.
Well, it had been an adjustment for both of them, but they've survived that and come out better and happier. They'll continue to survive the things that life and their relationship throw their way and come out better on the other side.
"Smart ass," he mumbles, that smile still on his face. He knows he should probably move, but he's content, almost blissful right now. He doesn't want to move. She can't see it now, but he blushes ever so slightly at that. Of course, that bliss is destroyed with five words. He groans (and it's not one of those good groans from earlier). "Fuck. I'm sorry. I should have--I got carried away." He shifts a little and pushes himself up on one elbow. "That was my responsibility and I completely lost it."
Of course, now he's worried about babies and pregnancies and how that really would ruin her future.
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There's no need to make any comparison. Matt knows that he was gifted with some special abilities and that's why he does what he does. He can. Katniss can do other things that Matt can't. This isn't a contest.
Opposites can attract and those differences can compliment each other. That is enough, for now and if they work for it, for the rest of their lives.
Well, it had been an adjustment for both of them, but they've survived that and come out better and happier. They'll continue to survive the things that life and their relationship throw their way and come out better on the other side.
"Smart ass," he mumbles, that smile still on his face. He knows he should probably move, but he's content, almost blissful right now. He doesn't want to move. She can't see it now, but he blushes ever so slightly at that. Of course, that bliss is destroyed with five words. He groans (and it's not one of those good groans from earlier). "Fuck. I'm sorry. I should have--I got carried away." He shifts a little and pushes himself up on one elbow. "That was my responsibility and I completely lost it."
Of course, now he's worried about babies and pregnancies and how that really would ruin her future.