Matt took a chip, but played with it rather than eating it. He gestured to his glass with the free hand and knocked back the rest of the whiskey.
"It's true," he said finally. "No more, no less. And it would be a bit trite to start sobbing over old girlfriends in a pub, particularly since I...I'm not going to say I don't know you, but I don't, either." If they'd been facing, he might have reached out to hover his hand over the other man's shoulder, but they weren't, and it would be awkward like this. Of course, it would be awkward like that, too, but it would get the sense across, even if Matt didn't feel like touching the other man.