[ Matt zeroes right in on that shy, sudden shift in attention, like an affectionate shark who scents blood in the water. His mood dims at D's words, and he replies-- ]

Yeah.

I know.

[ --but he can't help flitting back to that sense of D's discomfort. It feels a little easier to address than the question of exactly how he'll disentangle himself from Silco. How he might be able to make the disentangling stick. ]

It's okay, you know, [ he adds. Amused, but gentle about it. ] I mean--you know what I'm like. I'd be the last person to judge you for how getting bit feels.