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Matt rolled in without knocking. Straight to the desk. Hands loose on the wheels.
Kyle closed the file. Five months since the breakthrough, and Matt carried himself easier now than the man who’d sat across from him then.
“How’s Lucy’s season going?”
“Winding down. She’s talking about drawing up her own plays now.”
“Oh yeah? How’s that shaping up?”
“She cornered me with a clipboard yesterday. I swear she’s three seasons away from running the whole conference.”
“Remind me never to get on her bad side. And the house?”
“Almost done. Trim and paint. My uncle thinks a few more weeks.”
“Alright. Last session, Matt. Where are you at?”
“Good.”
Kyle waited.
“It’s coming along.”
“Try again.”
“Fine. I’m coming along.”
“I’ll take that. So what happens when you leave here?”
“I go home.”
“And then?”
“I figure it out.”
“That’s not a plan.”
“It’s not supposed to be.”
A year ago Matt would have given him a system. Steps, contingencies, fallback positions.
“You’re good at systems, Matt. That’s going to help you. But some days the system won’t cover it, and your instinct is going to be to lock down harder.”
Matt shifted his weight in the chair.
“You know what to do instead.”
“Yeah.”
“Say it.”
“…Stop fighting it.”
Kyle nodded and left it there.
“What’s the big theme of Final Fantasy IV?”
“Really?”
“Come on, Cecil. You tell me.”
“You’re never going to stop calling me that, are you.”
“I earned it. Answer the question.”
“…Letting go.”
“Good. Life out there won’t fit a schedule. You can’t control that. You can decide how you respond to it. Think you can handle it, Cecil?”
Matt was quiet. Then he straightened.
“We’ll see,” he said, smiling.
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