Matthew smiled a bit. He smiled more real smiles around Viola. He was afraid they would be taken from him too. He hadn't heard the laugh when he went into her closet. He was trying to be respectful and to let her dress in mostly privacy. His back to the closet door as he waited patiently. When she said she was dressed he turned around. Opening the closet door from the inside because thankfully it also had a handle inside the closet. Walking out of the closet and looked at her. Nodding his head. "Thank you." He said softly. Glad she was smiling. He went to the bathroom and took off the bloody wrap. One layer at a time. Then deposited it into her trash can. Turning on the cold water and rinsed the blood off his arm and hand. Cleaning out the wounds which had reopened due to the way he had done things. He then rummaged around one handedly until he found her wrappings. He wrapped the injuries several times one at a time. Then wrapped all the way up his arm. He was so damn relieved she didn't hate him because of cutting.<br/><br/>He walked out and looked at her. "Thank you. It means so much to me that you do not hate me. Cutting... Cutting is how I survived all these years. I always heard my grandmother's voice. When I first started I was just one or two years old. My grandmother always kept me from dying. When I first started the cuts were too deep or in the wrong angles. She was my saving grace. When she passed away the cutting got worse because I had nothing positive in my life. Maybe... Maybe now it'll get better and not be as much because of the amount of positive you bring to my life." He said softly. Jumping as there was a knock on the door. Running and stood behind her. Wondering who was there. Hearing a man's voice he didn't recognize calling out to Viola.