That's the thing with feelings. Even if they're not real, they feel really real. Really, really real. Her fingers clutch at the bedding so tight that her knuckles turn white before she finally releases her grip, only to do it all over again seconds later. There's so much to sort through. It's a mess inside her head and she feels like she's drowning. Her heart hurts. Like she did something wrong without having done anything at all.

When she closes her eyes, she can still see Matt's face. Closer, a different expression, and his hands--

Again, he pulls her from her thoughts and she plasters a smile on before she realizes what he's saying. Shit. He's funny. Is he always this funny? Dammit. Is he always this tall and within reach and wearing makeup?

"I would never call you mister Miller. Like, literally never in a million years." Meme or not, he isn't a mister anything. "I'm gonna say... this was probably enough time for super hot and heavy reunion makeouts but then I got totes ashamed of my life choices and kicked you to the curb."

It's better if they don't hang out. It's better if she just cuts him off completely right now and never sees him again. But like hell is that gonna happen. She already wants to be around him more, get to know him. See if he matches up with the new memories in her head or if he's something else entirely. She fell for it once already, she's not going to be played again. He'll stay at arms length... but she's not going to stay away.