Matthew was sitting at the kitchen island nursing a beer, laptop open in front of him and a stack of unmarked student assignments next to him. As soon as Abby had gone into his bedroom to lie down he had started tidying up. First he conquered the washing machine. Typically, and to avoid the extra housework, he dropped off his dirty clothes at the laundromat where the female owner was only too happy to help him out for a discount. But while Abby was sleeping he figured out how to load the washing machine and get it going, took out the trash, washed the dishes and wiped down the counters. It was like a new apartment. And now she wouldn’t have to clean. It was a win-win situation really. It was just a shame that she couldn’t grade these papers for him. Sighing and rubbing his forehead he tossed aside yet another assignment and reached for his beer, freezing as his gaze fell on Abby. “Oh,” Swallowing, he lowered his hand, ignoring the odd tightening in his chest as he studied her. “How are you feeling?”<br/><br/>She was flushed, her hair mussed from whatever she had been doing in her sleep but otherwise she looked better. Certainly better than the state he had found her in when he had gone to her house that afternoon. “You look good.” He smacked his forehead with his hand and muttered a curse, a flush creeping up the back of his neck. “Better. I meant you look better.” Seriously? Since when was he this awkward?<br/><br/>Smiling, he shuffled a selection of take away menus and slid them across the bar towards her. “Since you’re the guest you get to choose where we order from. I’m not fussy I just need something to keep me going.” Suddenly he frowned, eyebrows drawing together as he considered something else. “If you’re not feeling up to going in tomorrow I’ll stay off with you. I want you to feel safe. I meant what I said, I won’t let your father get to you.”