"My dad did," Matt answers, and he sounds proud. He is proud. "He taught me, before--" he lifts his hands to his face, now that he's set the cane down, and gestures vaguely. Offers a boy scout smile and reaches out until his fingers touch one of the punching bags, and he moves around it.
"This was where I was going to go before you were nice enough to have dinner with me," He explains. His hands run down the side of the leather bag and he tilts his head to the side, just so, listening intently.
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Date: 2016-01-14 08:44 am (UTC)"This was where I was going to go before you were nice enough to have dinner with me," He explains. His hands run down the side of the leather bag and he tilts his head to the side, just so, listening intently.
"Throw a punch," He offers. He's curious.