Matt couldn't help laughing over Clint's dramatic sorrow over his loss of a point, complete with the clutching of his heart as if it were the ultimate betrayal. "We're going to have to work on your technique." He chuckled after he finished his cheering over the victory. It really did feel like something worth celebrating, considering who he was playing against.
Clint was good though, not just because they could do things like this, but because he didn't have to walk one egg shells around him. They didn't have the kind of history that made things strange or awkward between them, it was just fun - and Matt liked that. It had been a long time since he'd had that. Not since the early days with Foggy but even that had been a balancing act, to make certain his friend never found out the truth. And well - he knew how that ended. There was no pretending here and Matt needed that.
"What do you think? Can your knuckles stand another round?" He asked, more than happy to stay in this moment a little longer enjoying the fun of it as long as possible.