It really hadn't been that long since the fight. But before that Mat had been held prisoner in a hellish underground plane of misery. It had been a long time, as far as he's concerned, since he'd been with Jesper like this. He'd spent what time he'd had in Nocwich recovering and not up to many visitors...
And then they'd fought.
"And I'm sorry I yelled at you and kicked you out."
He shrugs out of his brocade coat and hangs it, as is his habit, before stretching out on his side in bed. This room doesn't change much, though there's now a long necked theorbo leaning against the wall, and a new bookshelf near to it.
"I took a lot out on you, I think, because you were there and an easy target for a whole lot of nasty things I was feeling."
Still is feeling, to an extent, but there's enough time between his experience and now that Mat has some distance and isn't feeling it all as fresh and clear.
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And then they'd fought.
"And I'm sorry I yelled at you and kicked you out."
He shrugs out of his brocade coat and hangs it, as is his habit, before stretching out on his side in bed. This room doesn't change much, though there's now a long necked theorbo leaning against the wall, and a new bookshelf near to it.
"I took a lot out on you, I think, because you were there and an easy target for a whole lot of nasty things I was feeling."
Still is feeling, to an extent, but there's enough time between his experience and now that Mat has some distance and isn't feeling it all as fresh and clear.