"You're definitely younger," she murmurs, and leans in closer to study his features - there's hints in there, she thinks, of the man he'll grow up to become eventually. The more she looks at him, though, the more she recognizes that there's something majorly different about him - namely, eye contact. She's never actually looked into his eyes and seen him looking back - even though she knows that he's likely mapped out the planes of her face by touch numerous times already.

"You can see me," Ellen breathes, and there's a little exhilaration in it in spite of all the weirdness - because even though he's effectively a teenager, it's still Matt in there, with all his experience and knowledge, knowledge of her - and it's why her hand moves to cover his, squeezing warmly.