Matt takes Tord's hand into his and kisses it softly, before letting go and taking AT LEAST three steps back. He doesn't really want to be close enough to get hit if what he did didn't sit well with friend. " I- Hope you're feeling better. "
“Mm—” An embarrassed noise escaped his lips, cheeks slightly tinted as his body tensed abruptly to the feeling of lips against his hands— bloodied with chewing on his cuticles. Affection certainly was the last thing he expected, after dealing with trying to manage the red army over the phone in his lab. He wished to join them already, managing long distance was always stressful and frustrating. Especially when he’s short on two whole nights of sleep, running simply on coke and coffee.
The ghostly feeling of the kiss on his hand was pulled into his chest as Matt leaped away hastily. Even though the gesture was far from unwelcomed, sluggishness made it hard to respond, as if Tord was simply buffering right there. Oh, Matt was worried? A nervous thought, considering the secrecy of his troubles, but his red cheeks darkened anyways.
“Ah, Matt. Sweet sweet Matt.” His voice jokingly condescending as he attempted to wave off his concern for him. “You’re exa—gerating. I am simply tired after late night reading.” A hand reached over to squeeze Matt’s forearm, dorky grin showing off his gap tooth. “Don’t be a— ehhh, worrywart, Mathew.”
