[Seeing how much she focuses on him, Matthew resists the urge to run a hand through his hair lest he drops her and has a sullen Shijima in his metaphorical hands. It also takes all his strength to not laugh because fuck. It's been forever since he had contact with someone from the past. Physical contact that didn't end in bitterness or pain to boot. He gives her an affectionate look and then heads off towards his car.

It wasn't the most impressive thing in the world. A battered up Cadillac with its glory days clearly over with the scratched paint and dusty coat of grime and dirt under the layer of snow. Matthew opens the passenger door and holds his arms out for Shijima to take a 'seat there, the backseat not an option with how it was dominated by suitcases and bags and boxes of miscellaneous items. Signs of a man traveling for a long time, signs of a man who had no intention of stopping.

If there was one thing that hadn't changed about him was his love of playing cards. Solitaire set up on the passenger seat that he brushed away when he had opened the door, an Ace of Spades and Queen of Spades taped to the dashboard with some note written across it and an unopened deck of cards on the seat. Recently bought if the receipt next to it is any hint.] Home sweet car. Don't mind half the rubbish here. Been meaning to organize things back in Canada but things occurred there and had to split sooner than I hoped.

I think they've given up on finding me. I think.