"Feels good," Matt tells him, a grin creeping on to his face. It's slow to start, but when it ends, it's wide and real. He holds onto it for a moment before it softens into something not-quite-embarrassed but not far removed from, either. "Kind of makes me wish I had my mask."

And his batons. And his boots. And that it was night. And that he wasn't still technically supposed to be resting.

The point his making is that he really wants to go for a run across some rooftops and find some skulls to crack, right now. He's been getting progressively more stir crazy and putting something like this on really isn't helping his desire to get back on the streets.