[Before he met Norman, Matt never expected to befriend an FBI agent. The few times he's crossed paths with one before, they were distant and straight to business. Norman is far different, and infinitely more likable.
That they didn't meet while working on a case together probably helps.
He turns his head in the direction of the door, and the sound of Norman's voice, with a welcoming smile. Then he's back to securing the bottle of whiskey. He carries it back over to his desk, then returns to the kitchen area for two glasses.]
No problem. You're always welcome here.
[Even if the place could use a bit of tidying and isn't as roomy and quiet as his own apartment. Matt doesn't usually take people to his place as a first option, but he's considered the possibility with Norman. It's not so easy to tell exactly what he wants... and Matt isn't ready to make assumptions regarding a friend who doesn't spend too much time in the city.
Their time together is already limited. No need to scare him away.]
How long are you here for this time? In the city, I mean.
[It's a great office, in Norman's humble opinion. Police precincts are always overcrowded and noisy, full of people who give your shoulder a hard bump if you pass too close, and FBI HQs tend to be so sprawling that there's no impression of a single location at all. This is wonderfully cozy and seems like a place where someone could actually concentrate, not burn up most of their focus with the effort of blocking everyone else out.
Matt's smile is also great. Norman felt like there was potential for trouble between them the first time Matt ever flashed him that grin, and it still gives him the same little frisson of attraction it did then, but he hasn't got anything like the confidence necessary to find out if he's right. It's a quality about him that often leaves people wondering if their advances would even be welcome and leaves him in near-perpetual solitude.
Norman takes the liberty of opening the bottle and pouring for the two of them when Matt brings the glasses, then pulls up a nearby chair and sits down with his own drink.]
About... two, three weeks? Give or take. I got tapped as an expert witness for a case that goes back fuckin' decades, so I'm gonna be up to my eyeballs in files. Actual cardboard boxes full of files. [Said with an audible curled lip of distaste. ARI will be of little assistance this time.] Could be even longer. And -
[Outside, an approaching cacophony of honking horns makes Norman sigh in irritation.]
- well. Good thing I got out before the game ended.
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That they didn't meet while working on a case together probably helps.
He turns his head in the direction of the door, and the sound of Norman's voice, with a welcoming smile. Then he's back to securing the bottle of whiskey. He carries it back over to his desk, then returns to the kitchen area for two glasses.]
No problem. You're always welcome here.
[Even if the place could use a bit of tidying and isn't as roomy and quiet as his own apartment. Matt doesn't usually take people to his place as a first option, but he's considered the possibility with Norman. It's not so easy to tell exactly what he wants... and Matt isn't ready to make assumptions regarding a friend who doesn't spend too much time in the city.
Their time together is already limited. No need to scare him away.]
How long are you here for this time? In the city, I mean.
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Matt's smile is also great. Norman felt like there was potential for trouble between them the first time Matt ever flashed him that grin, and it still gives him the same little frisson of attraction it did then, but he hasn't got anything like the confidence necessary to find out if he's right. It's a quality about him that often leaves people wondering if their advances would even be welcome and leaves him in near-perpetual solitude.
Norman takes the liberty of opening the bottle and pouring for the two of them when Matt brings the glasses, then pulls up a nearby chair and sits down with his own drink.]
About... two, three weeks? Give or take. I got tapped as an expert witness for a case that goes back fuckin' decades, so I'm gonna be up to my eyeballs in files. Actual cardboard boxes full of files. [Said with an audible curled lip of distaste. ARI will be of little assistance this time.] Could be even longer. And -
[Outside, an approaching cacophony of honking horns makes Norman sigh in irritation.]
- well. Good thing I got out before the game ended.