As soon as he opened the door, he knew exactly where Danny was. His heart beat was even and steady- he must have been meditating, or otherwise keeping careful control over his breathing. None of the students were here either, though Matt was certain he would have been able to hear them from several blocks away.
"Thank you for inviting me." He said automatically when Danny greeted him, catching the door with his foot and closing it gradually to avoid letting it slam behind him.
Matt didn't usually eat much pizza, between the low quality ingredients and the strong toppings (the acidity of the tomato sauce, the spice of the pepperoni to name a few), it wasn't something his senses could stomach very often- but Danny was a good friend and whatever he ordered would be fine.
He tapped his cane across the floor to the edge of the mats, stopping to take his shoes, socks and jacket off. Methodically, he stuffed a thin black sock into either shoe and picked both shoes up in one hand and put them at the corner of the mat where he could find them again easily. The strange thing wasn't the precise movements, or placement of the items- but rather the fact that he never lowered his head towards the mats. There was no need, and it was a habit that thirty years of blindness and training in the efficiency of movement had broken him of.
Standing again, Matt tapped his way across the mats until he poked Danny in the foot with his cane, barely hiding the smirk that played over his face. Sure, he didn't need the cane, strictly speaking- but until he was certain that no one else was present or watching, it was better to be safe than sorry. His identity couldn't take any further blows and still hold.
And besides, it gave him an excuse to poke Danny with his cane and who didn't enjoy every opportunity for that.
Without saying anything further, he sat down across from Danny and loosened his tie, opening the top button on his shirt. He lay his cane across his lap and waited for Danny to finish his meditation.