There's something interesting in the air, not a tension (there's never been tension between the two of them, even during their worst disagreements), but a feeling that makes Matt feel almost like he's in a dream. Something anticipatory, and a little fragile.

Because of that sensation, rather than making a smart remark about dance styles, he simply goes to his computer and finds something suitable to play.

"I expect you to lead." His voice is light and teasing, as he moves the coffee table out of the way to make enough room for them. Nothing feels strange at all about a slow dance with his best friend. Everything about it feels right.