[ Matt smiles faintly for the little tap, nudging his glass ever-so-slightly into a more receptive position. The glass is filled; Matt reclaims it, taking a sip that warms his throat. ]

When I touch people ... and I want to ... I can get them to feel how it feels to be me. In my body, with everything my body wants. And at the same time, I feel how it feels to be them.

I don't know what the hell it is in like, a definitional sense, if it's psychic or magical or--I don't know. [ Matt's watching Danny's face now, alert to reactions or rejection. Especially as he broaches the last piece of the equation. ] But maybe if we did it, I could understand what it's like when you want to kill someone.

[ What it's like to want to kill me, he means. At least in part. ]