Humming a note, Matt glanced to the side long enough to set his glass to the side. To be frank, he was never good at talking about the heavy stuff when it involved him and there was a bit of a hope that he'd be allowed to languish in the lighter talk.

"And what should I ask you? How long you think you'll manage to survive the world you live in?" He tilted his head with the question, free hand lifting to carefully brush some of the hair out of her face. "Should I ask why you like me so much then? Hmm?" His smile sweetened. "You're young, I'm old, I daydream about things that will never happen and I don't really want.. These dreams.."

He shook his head.

"I learned something about you though. Nothing I say will matter, when it comes to how you feel. I don't know why you love me, mon cherie, but I'm not going to spurn it." His expression softened, eyes relaxing as they darted over her face. "I can't have what I want, but I'll take what you're willing to share."