Matthew Williams is not a graceful man, socially or physically. He is clumsy, painfully shy, awkward and quiet. He stutters when he talks, and can't quite seem to meet the eyes of most people. Almost unable to speak for himself, Matthew is what some people would call spineless. He's not really spineless. He's just a gentle guy with little to no level of assertion or self-confidence. It's a prevalent problem in a lot of people, actually. Usually not men, though Matthew appears to most people as too much of a pushover to be very manly. He's bashful and very naïve, so working for Francis Bonnefoy--one of the most attractive men on the planet--hasn't been a walk in the park for him; Francis tended to make him blush more than the everyday person.
As always, there's paperwork to be done. Matthew sighed as he sat down at his desk. He'd never complain about his job. He loves it. He wanted to be a detective, but he knows quite well that he's not ready to be in the field again. Last time, he'd been unable to take action, and it nearly caused his ex-partner to die. He couldn't risk that again. He was grateful to even be involved in the police department. In some small way, he was contributing, and that was good enough for him. As long as he got to help, he thought to himself as he picked up a file of papers, he was happy.
He got to work on sorting the papers by date, highlighting key information for Francis to go over. As he went, he scanned the papers and documented them on the database held under strict security by the police department. After finishing up with sorting the files into the correct folders in the computer, he sat back and sipped his coffee. Glancing at Francis' door, he sighed and organized the folders into a larger binder, standing up and walking over to knock on France's door.