[ Matt has long noticed that when bodies draw near each other, a certain gravitational pull can come into effect. A shared sway, as if breath and pulse want to orbit each other the way planets do. And when faces get close enough--in his experience--a kiss is nearly inevitable. So when Sebastian draws closer to him, for a moment, Matt wants--

Well. What he always wants. Knowledge, vision, heat. Friction. A sliver of him remembers enough of the open channel to know what Sebastian must want in return, and half wants to give it to him. Desire, in Matt's view, is a fundamental law of the universe--a good in itself, an arrow that doesn't care where it lands, only how it flies. And he does know how to let others devour him, doesn't he?

But then Sebastian pulls back, and Matt, as if loosed from a snare, exhales again. His shoulders sink. ]

Oh, [ he murmurs at the question. He quirks a sheepish smile of his own as he considers. ] Well ... it's already hard for me to put words around, but it felt like ...

Not having a form so much as having potential. But having an origin. In the dark. [ A flutter of laughter. ] Sorry. That sounds so weird.