[The way John speaks, the accent and infliction changes with his emotions. Highs and lows, sing song and playful to a rumble and growl. The music of it ties up Matt. No, he can't see his exact expression, though he really notes just how they are sweet on one another. With or without complications.

Ah he cannot think like that. He won't. So he gives the arm a squeeze.]

You can count on me. I'll say I didn't see anything.

[Reliable blind puns. Trying to take the sting away from the emotional sucker punch. Weren't they going to give one another space? Did they imply something to the effect of staying friends? What was it?]

Yeah. Battlin' Jack Murdock was how he was billed. He wanted Fightin'--like the Fightin' Irish, his manager once upon a time said it would limit his appeal. By the time he got a name for himself it was too late. Besides, I was always his biggest fan.