Matthew coughed and spluttered out a laugh as she handed him The Wolverine. Disbelief coloured his thoughts. “Do you have a thing for Hugh Jackman or something?” he smirked, easing himself off the couch and squatting next to the DVD player as he set it up. It was coincidence, nothing more. Besides The Wolverine and actual werewolves have very little in common. Apart from the retractable claws, the both had those. “Most people pick Iron man. Or captain America. If there was a Black Widow movie I would be all over that.” Gently he lifted her feet and slid back under them, balancing the TV remote in his hand. Oddly, despite the fact that he lived alone and thought that he liked it that way, he found that Abby’s presence in the apartment didn’t bother him at all. It was comfortable to sit with her as if they had known each other for years instead of days.<br/><br/>He watched open mouthed as she handled the food orders, snapping his mouth shut as she hung up. Gently he removed the phone from her gip and set it back in its cradle. “That was pretty amazing, I’ll admit. I never knew you could bargain with those guys. Where have you been all my life?” he quipped, playing with a strand of her hair as she shifted and lay down in his lap. “I didn’t even realise you could do that,” he murmured, relaxing and winding that same strand of dark hair round and round his finger.<br/><br/>They quietened as the movie started but Matthew found it next to impossible to concentrate on much other than the girl in his lap. Every time she stirred he wrenched his gaze away from the screen to check on her. “How are you feeling?” He asked, eventually, leaning forward to catch a glimpse of the bandage on her head. It would need to be changed eventually and the wound cleaned but he was far too comfortable to disrupt everything now. Maybe after dinner. Gentle fingers explored the bruising on her jaw. “Good thing we’re not going to school tomorrow, that’s going to take a lot of make-up to cover up.”<br/><br/>When the buzzer rang he was the one to ease himself up and go to answer the door. He paid the delivery guy and took the bags to the kitchen island. "You stay, I've got this." He knew instinctively that she would attempt to get up and help him. She seemed to find it very difficult to stay still. Perhaps he was going to need to tie her down after all. Plating up the food he brought it over to the coffee table. "I don't have any soda and I'm thinking you're probably not a beer girl?"