It's not like you hadn't been close to Matt before this. You'd hugged, comforted each other, slept in the same room, shared food. Why was teaching him pool any different?

It was one of those rare times when he had won a case, Foggy inviting you to celebrate with them at Josie's. Of course, you accepted! It'd be rude not to. Especially after a win.

Unbeknownst to you, Matt was always perceptive to you, always keeping an eye on your heartbeat, keeping note of your scent. Every time you'd slip by him, the smell of citrus would hit him, offering him a small sense of comfort.

Tonight, citrus was replaced with the strong scent of whiskey, you'd lost track of the rounds as the night grew later. One pool game turned into three, then five, until Karen and Foggy had retired from the pool table to get some more drinks at the bar.

Leaving you and Matt alone.

In a haze you offered to teach him how to play, he accepted it with an offhanded comment about hustling a blind man.

You step behind him, careful not to ambush his senses as you set your right hand on his hip, making sure he was standing in the right place.

Matt zeroed into your heartbeat, focusing on how it seemed to quicken when you stepped closer to him. He could practically taste the adrenaline radiating off you. He was hyperaware of your presence as you made sure his stance was correct.

Your cheek resting against his shoulder blade as you judged the best angle he could shoot from, humming along to the song playing in the background of the bar, tuning out every other bar goer.

Slowly you set your left hand over his as you guide it to the cue ball, allowing your touch to linger.

"Stripes, seven ball, slightly to the right." You mumble softly, knowing well he could hear you just fine, "Nice and firm."

Matt could hear the clicking of the billiard balls as they collided with each other— holy shit! He actually downed one

"How'd I do?" He let out an amused breath as you squeeze his hip in surprise.