"Why do I know that feeling only too well." He huffed softly, though usually it was about bruised ribs, or aching knees, or some other ailment or complaint that Matt pushed himself through - it wasn't ever for something like this, something fun without any sort of life or death hanging in the balance, only the next point and maybe some ultimate air hockey victory.
And when they were finished with it, whoever ended up the victor Matt knew that would be it, no hard feelings, no grudges, no ultimatums for it all. Just two guys having some fun for a while and then they'd no doubt find something else to keep them busy. Whether Matt actually talked about anything real or not. And that was the thing about Clint, who knew enough to know that there were real things there just under the surface but Mat didn't actually have to explain it all because he just got it. That was a welcome addition to his life.
"We'll see about that," Matt chuckled as he sent his mallet spinning in a little circle before grabbing it again, ready to keep right on going, no matter who it was that actually managed the next point.