[ Matt can pick up on that. There's the scent of the house, breakfast cooked this morning, his wife's shampoo, he thinks, his daughter's crayons, and freshly mowed grass. He chuckles at the insinuation that he's the smart one, and maybe he has his moments. ]

I mean maybe. [ He says it with a little shrug. He can hear the teasing tone, and it makes a bit of heat flush up his cheeks to his ears. He'll blame it on the drinks he's already shared with Foggy if pressed. He hears a change in his heartbeat, but he's not sure what it indicates quite yet. ]

Oh, uh, thanks. [ He reaches out to the empty stool next to him, and nods at it. ] Mind if I join you then?

Between us, I'm pretty sure my friend is going to ditch me for his girl. He says that it isn't a thing, but it really is.