"You know you should call yourself stitches."

Matt laughed.

Claire loved making him laugh, she didn't care how well he could take pain. Stitches hurt like hell. She could tell, from a slight muscle flex, to a soft groan, it was hurting.

"Ah!"

"Sorry", She said.

"It's okay."

"Anything I can do to help?"

"Just keep talking, I like the sound of your voice."

This made Claire smile.

"Well you have about three more to go, and the cat I'm watching managed to piss three times on my couch instead of two. The little bastard."

Matt let out a snort, and smiled. Claire just happened to notice how cute his smile was. Why? Why Did it have to make her melt like that?

"I didn't know you felt that way." Said Matt.

"What, about the cat?"

"No, about my smile."

She stared at him. "How did you-"

"Your heart started beating a little faster when I did, and you kinda just confirmed it."

"You know, I wouldn't be such a smart-ass to the person moving a needle through your skin."

"It's, just an observation."

"You might be observing a punched arm in a few minutes."

"You know I can tell if you're joking, right?"

Claire looked back at him annoyed, "Shut up."

Matt let out another snort.