Matt walked down the street, his cane in one hand, and his take out in the other. He had waited for Foggy, then started to walk home when he didn't show up. Matt stopped at a street corner, and turned toward the man yelling his name.
"M-Matt! Holy shit Matt- I haven't ran this much since⦠I don't even know!" Matt laughed and smiled.
"Come on Foggy, we should go to the gym sometime."
"That's if you will ever leave your apartment." The two continued walking.
"W-What do you mean?"
"Matt, I know when you're lying. Matt, you haven't gone really anywhere other than the office and your apartment. Not to mention I haven't heard anything about the man in the mask in the papers, so those bruises aren't from a fight. What the hell is going on Matt?" They turned a corner. They were only a few buildings away from Matt's building.
"Well, what do you want me to say Foggy?"
"Nothing. I just want you to know that I'm here for you. And Karen is here for you, Matt. And whenever you want to talk-" Matt cut Foggy off by walking into a pole. Matt knew it was there, but he didn't want to have this conversation.
"Shit, Matt are you okay?"
"Um yeah, Foggy. I'm just tired, and I'd like to get home."
