It was a strange sensation to say the least, to be pulled along as though by a current in a deep river. Of course, it was his instinct to fight back, to plant his feet and to keep from being moved because if anyone was stubborn enough to stand against a river, it was Matt. But Danny had asked him not to struggle or resist and Matt instead placed his focus on remaining afloat and letting the metaphorical river of Danny's chi take him where it would. It wasn't particularly easy, but he summoned up all the trust and respect that he had for Danny to buoy him up and keep him from paddling like mad for the nearest shore.
When Danny spoke again, Matt was hesitant... but he slowly opened his eyes.
He blinked several times, although it wasn't his eyes that were being used a confused, a disbelieving look on his face. He winced when the lights came on, as though someone had turned on a fluorescent light in the middle of the night. He turned his head away, though that didn't alter the images in his mind, since they came from Danny's eyes rather than his own.
He didn't move or speak, keeping his eyes tightly shut, and wearing a pained expression. His jaw was clenched tight and his shoulders were stiff where he sat, his breathing tense and stuttered.
But for all that, he didn't ask Danny to stop. As overwhelming as it was, the light and the color, it was the first- and the last- time he would ever see colors again.