Matt snorts. "You're such a bad friend."
If that's what my act of self-preservation would taken as, then so be it.
"I actually feel bad for making you go through that," he says, pulling out a plate from the microwave. "Here. I made this for myself, but I'm gonna give it to you since it's my fault you almost died."
"What's that?"
I follow him with my eyes as he comes and places the plate in front of me. "Lasagna."
"Hold on. You had this and yet you subjected me to eating that?"
My eyes dart to the dishwasher and I wince.
"I needed a test subject." He shrugs. "Besides, it all worked out in the end. You're still getting the lasagna. Be grateful or else I'm gonna snatch it and eat it up faster than you can say your baby daddy's name."
At the reminder of his name, I feel the now familiar tightness returning to my throat.
Matt notices the shift in my mood and places a hand on my shoulder. "You're going to be fine. Just eat, babes."
I swallow the lump in my throat and pick up the food an
