He smiled a little when she apologized as she placed his hands on her face to feel her nodding. "It's all right. Everyone does that sometimes." Nodding in agreement or shaking their heads, or holding up papers and pictures, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't see them doing it. It didn't bother Matt when those minor faux pas moments happened, they weren't malicious. Nonverbal cues were a common part of most communication across the world, sometimes people just had to get a little more creative to make them work when someone was visually impaired.

He felt her face in his hands, felt the soft skin of her features against the rougher edges of his fingers. He committed the feeling the memory, letting his fingertips brush over her face briefly as a reminder of what she looked like before he let her go. "Foggy only let me do that once to him," Matt recalled quietly. "Said it was a little weird." Matt had respected that boundary, and with it, his memory of what Foggy's face looked like had long ago blurred from his mind. "I guess it can be a little weird. I'm sorry if it is." He wouldn't do it to Kate if she thought it was, but she hadn't seemed to mind the last time.

Lucky pulled at the leash, his nose angling towards one of the many vendors and shops that promised food. Matt gave a little smile again, nodding in the direction of the dog. "I think he's getting a little antsy for those noodles."