"Ah, then you haven't had the singular pleasure of going one-on-one with a punching bag. It's very therapeutic." He couldn't see her smile, of course, but he could imagine it. Probably warm, a little sad, like her laugh. A couple of exchanges on the network didn't give him any right to comment on the latter feeling.
Well, even a few hundred exchanges might not give him any right whatsoever either.
He lifted his chin in her direction and made a quiet noise of assent after he'd made his way to the free washing machine, and then laughed after she'd summarized their social life pretty damn accurately. "Ouch, hit that nail right on the head."
Matt started putting his clothes in without sorting it in the slightest. Laundry roulette. "I still haven't quite fallen back into my old watering hole and pool game ways. Turns out, I don't quite have the energy for it anymore without my friends here. Not sure if that just makes me a stick-in-the-mud or in woeful need of a social kick in the pants. What's your excuse, if I may be so bold?"