Broken & Beautiful (Private o/o)

Robin groaned. "Okay… can you help?"

"Yeah. I'm going to wrap my arm around the area above your waist to support you, and I won't move it, alright?" Matteo promised, before doing just that. His arm stayed around her middle, letting her lean against him, and didn't move it anywhere.

Robin leaned against him, thankful for the help. Her small bag was still tight in her hand of the things she'd stolen from him, which he had stolen from her first. She shut the car door and stumbled a second after. "Sorry," she mumbled. "We should go inside."

Matteo locked the car doors, before starting for the building slowly, helping her along. Once they made it into the lobby type room at the bottom, he stopped, gesturing to the elevator. "Stairs, or elevator? I recommend elevator, but it's up to you."

She nodded simply. "Elevator."

"Gotcha." He guided her over, pressing the button and helping her in when the doors opened, before pressing the button for the third floor.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked softly, looking over at him.

"Doing what?" He raised an eyebrow, meeting her eyes.

"Helping me," Robin clarified, massaging the side off her head with two fingers. Her other hand kept her stable.

"Why wouldn't I?" Matteo asked, still just as baffled. "You needed help."

She squinted at him. "A real poster child, huh?" She was teasing him in a friendly way. The smile on her lips and tone of voice proved it.

"Far from it, according to my grandparents. I'd like to think I'm a good person from time to time though." He shot her a smile.

((Oh, uh, btw. This is actually Astrea's twin, though in this, they'd be older.))

(Idk who Astrea is lol)

Robin studied him. The sleep in the car did her some good. Surprisingly, she handled alcohol much better than most people. He looked nice. Decent. Someone she could trust to talk to. "Well, as we just met, I can't really determine that, now can I?"

((From The Art of Conformity lmao))

"Probably not. But hey, as long as I don't give you reason to determine otherwise, I'm doing something right." Matteo's smile was lopsided and slightly goofy, his dark brown hair falling into his eyes.

(Ooooooh. See? I am stupid!)

She giggled, pushing her own dark hair out of her face. Good God, he's cute… "I guess that's how it works…"

((No you aren't. You haven't really gotten to know her much, remember?))

"See, you're getting it." He laughed lightly, as the elevator doors opened, and helped support her as they headed into the hall.

(I should've known her name tho)

Robin shook her head mockingly. "So what's your name?"

"Matte, Cantor." Matteo said, flashing another smile. "Most people call me Matt though."

Robin smiled in return. "Matt. That's a nice name."

(Ship song: Walk Me Home by P!nk?)

((Sksksksk honestly yeah))

"Seems pretty generic to me, but thanks. My twin's named after a goddess, can you believe?" Matteo laughed, shaking his head as he dug around his jacket pocket for his keys.

(I know!! XD)

"Not surprised when you look like you do," she replied softly, still a touch hungover. OhmiGod… No. Tell me you're not flirting with him right now. You just got out of an abusive relationship! How do you know you can trust him?!?

"Are you calling me, or my sister hot?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement as he pulled out his key ring, stopping in front of a door.

Robin bit her lip to keep from smirking. Damn her. She got all of this from him. "I think you know which."

Matteo shook his head, grinning as he unlocked his door and was greeted with a loud meow. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Things ran late man." He said, directed at the black cat seemingly trying to trip him up as he helped Robin through the door.

"Oh, cute!" she enthused, trying not to step on the cat as she walked into his house.

"Don't say that out loud, she'll hear you, and her head'll get so large it won't fit through the window!" He said the last bit in a raised voice, shooting a look at the cat. He led the way to the couch, helping her down onto it, and the cat immediately hopped up to paw at her knee curiously.

Robin smiled. "She have a name?" she asked, giggling at the cat's curiosity.

"That's Chainsaw." Matteo called, already slipping off into the small kitchen. He was visible over the breakfast bar, digging around through cupboards and then the fridge.

Robin wrinkled her nose. "Chainsaw? You couldn't come up with anything better?"