No, it wasn't okay. It was never going to be okay again, but Matt was capable of living with that reality as long as he person he's known longest and trusts the most in the world is still with him. Hell, he'll stay on this crazy ass ship if that means Elena's here, for there isn't much left for him in Mystic Falls. It's been a difficult realization, coming to terms with the fact that he didn't score high enough on placement tests to get into a good college, can't afford college, and any chance he had of getting scouted and recruited to a NCAA team with hopes of maybe going pro and playing for the NFL went down the drain when Isobel when he broke his arm and was forced to surrender his quarterback position to someone with a better throwing arm.
Football was the only thing he was really good at, and this life — this mess — made it impossible for him to ever be really good at it. Sure, Rebekah had offered to compel or buy his way into college, but Matt wasn't a disingenuous person like that. He wouldn't have been able to live with himself, knowing that the only reason he was going to a good school was because an Original had a crush on him.
He clings hard to Elena, only allowing himself to draw back when he's got his tears under control. His face is read and feels caked with the emotion that's sticking to his cheeks, but he hasn't felt this unwound in a long, long time. Like piece of wire that's been coiled tight and finally allowed to spring free of its binds.
"I don't get how this works," he says, "but you don't know how glad I am to see you."
The real you, goes unsaid, but he suspects that its implication is heard loud and clear in spite of that.
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Football was the only thing he was really good at, and this life — this mess — made it impossible for him to ever be really good at it. Sure, Rebekah had offered to compel or buy his way into college, but Matt wasn't a disingenuous person like that. He wouldn't have been able to live with himself, knowing that the only reason he was going to a good school was because an Original had a crush on him.
He clings hard to Elena, only allowing himself to draw back when he's got his tears under control. His face is read and feels caked with the emotion that's sticking to his cheeks, but he hasn't felt this unwound in a long, long time. Like piece of wire that's been coiled tight and finally allowed to spring free of its binds.
"I don't get how this works," he says, "but you don't know how glad I am to see you."
The real you, goes unsaid, but he suspects that its implication is heard loud and clear in spite of that.