It's true, Matt's too curious to stay still for long. But he can follow a cue; his fingers flex against Obi-Wan's and relax. At the warm huff of Obi-Wan's breath on sensitive skin, Matt's shoulders slump a little. His head tips, slightly ticklish.

"Yeah." Murmured, abstracted. "Yes."

That sounds familiar to him, like the channel he's capable of opening between him and another person. Flow of energies and information. And of course, breath is life is energy is prana/magic/the Force? The only trouble is assembling an accurate translation.

"Can you show me?"