Relief clashed with a combination of anxiety and excitement inside of him, and by the time they made it into the weak sunshine outside, Foggy's legs felt as though they couldn't quite support him. His heart was pounding far too hard and too quickly, and he knew that Matt would be able to hear it.

The change in the air as they exited the building was marked; cool, filtered, air conditioned air, tainted with the smell of antiseptic changed to something much fresher. He barely noticed the gas fumes from the parking lot outside. He felt the difference in the textures under his feet between the large fitted doormat that sat on the inside of the hospital lobby and the concrete outside. He released his grip on Matt's arm, extended his own cane to the ground and used it to avoid a potted plant to the left of the door. He stopped, leaning against the wall of the building. He was shaking, and he wasn't sure why.

Matt moved into position next to him. "You okay?" he asked. He sounded uncertain, as though he was genuinely not sure whether Foggy was happy or not. Foggy looked in his direction. The sunlight behind him made Matt a dark, ill-defined silhouette before an expanse of mottled but bright grays and whites.

"Yeah," Foggy muttered. "Yeah, I'm… good. Great. I mean, it sounds like it's going to be a while yet, but it actually sounds promising, right?" He ran a nervous hand through his hair. What little he could see of Matt didn't give him a lot of information. Instead, he imagined him; cane clasped between both hands with the tip resting on the ground in front of him, fingers perhaps tightening and untightening on the grip they way they did sometimes when he was nervous or unsure about something, red tinted glasses covering eyes that had seen nothing for over twenty years.

The enormity of that fact left Foggy feeling off balance and he couldn't help but wonder, despite everything that he had been given in return, whether after so many years Matt still pined for vision the way that he did? It wasn't something they had ever really talked about, not even in the early days of their friendship when Foggy would blurt out dumb questions without thinking, and then be surprised by Matt's candid answers, think too late about what he had said and spend the rest of the day trying to insert his fist into his mouth. He didn't doubt that Matt was happy for him but at the same time, it had to hurt just a little that Foggy was going to see again and he wasn't. Right?

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Matt laughed. Suddenly and unexpectedly, his arms wrapped around him and squeezed him in a tight embrace. Foggy stiffened in surprise, but quickly recovered and returned the hug, every muscle in his body relaxing a little of the tension that he had been carrying around since he had woken in the hospital with his eyes bandaged.

"We should celebrate tonight," Foggy said. "You, me, Karen. Maybe we can even venture out, drinks at Josie's. I did promise Karen that next time wouldn't be at my apartment. I mean, I never specifically said that wouldn't be because I'd moved into yours…"

Matt hesitated for a second too long. "You go. With Karen. I have something I need to take care of tonight," he said. "I'll come after, if there's time."

Foggy frowned, desperate to ask questions but unable to do so in such a public location. Instead, he chewed on his lip. It had to be done, whatever it specifically was. Not just for the sake of punishing whoever was responsible, but also to keep him safe in the future. He couldn't live constantly looking over his shoulder. Especially while he was still incapable of actually looking at anything.

"Tomorrow night than," he said. "I want you there, Matt."

Foggy heard Matt's cane tap the ground as he prepared to leave. Matt's elbow brushed his arm, a signal providing his location and indicating that it was time to move. Foggy folded his cane again and placed a hand on the offered arm. Matt began to walk away from the doors and in the direction of the parking lot. "No, call Karen, do it tonight," he said when they were far enough away from the building not to be overheard by the smokers gathered outside. "I think the letter and the attack at your apartment were just to lead the police in the wrong direction, but just in case, I'd feel better if you were in a public place tonight. Especially at Josie's, you've got friends there, people that will protect you."

Foggy thought about it as they began to skirt the edge of the parking lot heading toward the street beyond. If he agreed to be in a public place while Matt was out playing hero, it would be difficult to change his mind, chicken out at the last minute and hold the celebration at his or Matt's place instead. Not that he wanted to do that, he was just honest enough to admit that it was a distinct possibility.

The traffic noise grew louder as they stepped out of the hospital grounds and onto the sidewalk beyond. "Where are you going?" Foggy asked.

He felt Matt's shrug transferred through the elbow that was his guide. "It's a nice day," he said. It's only a few blocks. I thought we'd walk." He slowed a little, "If that's okay with you, of course?"

Foggy felt the briefest stab of panic at the prospect, before he shut it down. He took a deep of breath New York air. The sun felt warm on his back and he had just received better news than he had hoped for. Nobody was asking him to navigate the streets by himself, not yet at least, he was just taking a short walk with his friend. He nodded. "Sounds good."

"So, tonight," Matt said. "You'll go to Josie's?"

It didn't look like he had much of a choice. "We'll see," he said. "I was dubious about it when I thought there'd be two of you with me, but with just Karen… she's a terrible influence, you know that, right? You know she made me drink the eel? I should call her and see if she's up for it anyway before I start planning her evening."

Matt slowed to a stop and reached into his pocket. "I'd forgotten," he said. "I got a text while we were in the hospital," Matt said. "It might be from her." He retrieved his phone from his pocket, opened the message and played it.

"Message from Karen Page," the voice on his phone said. "Guess who's wearing a bandage like he might have been stabbed in the arm last night? Scummy dealer no. 2, Jr's friend. Call me when you get this."

"Matt," Foggy said. "Please tell me you haven't got Karen chasing down dangerous leads for you."

"You were there, we just left her at the office," Matt said. He pressed to call Karen back, starting to walk again as he did.

Back at Nelson and Murdock, Foggy sat in a chair this time, opposite Karen on the other side of her desk, while Matt stood to one side, occasionally turning, pacing the room and then returning to his position.

"I didn't mean to go there," Karen explained. "I was just walking, you know, to clear my head. Then I looked up and realized where I was. As soon as I did, I headed away, but I saw him on the other side of the street."

"Did he see you?" Matt asked, leaning forward across the desk, his tone urgent.

Silence from Karen for a moment, then, "No. I don't think so."

Foggy cleared his throat. "Guys, I know I've been a little out of the loop, but what the hell is going on? Karen, why do you know who this guy is? Matt, why do you know that she knows who this guy is? Someone needs to tell me what's happening right now!" He could hear the rage in his own voice, and he didn't care. He was angry. Not at being left out of the loop, but that Karen would have placed herself in harm's way for him.

"I saw him a few nights ago," Karen explained quietly. "I took a stroll past the Macintyre's building and saw him there with Dave Jr. Then I saw him again today. That's all, Foggy, honestly."

It didn't sound like that was all. If his recent experiences with Matt had taught him anything, it was that people had secrets and they would lie to protect them. But this wasn't the time to push. "Okay, and you know he's a drug dealer how? Is this one of the guys you said you recognized from the news?"

"Yes," Karen told him, a little too quickly.

Foggy sighed, leaned forward, placed his elbows on the desk and leaned his head on his hands. "Great. So this guy has a bandage like he might have gotten hit with a knife? I mean, it's suspicious, but it's probably not enough for an arrest. If looking like you might have been in a fight was enough to get you arrested, Matt could practically move into the holding cells."

"Still," Matt said, "It's something."

"Yeah, something." It was. Something for Daredevil. Foggy sighed. He didn't think that he would ever be comfortable with the way that Matt spent his evenings, but there were times like this that he had to admit it was useful. It was going to be difficult to reconcile those two perspectives.

Foggy lifted his head up from his hands and found Karen's approximate location by her silhouette against the window. He squinted. He wasn't sure, but he thought she was wearing blue. "Josie's," he said. "Tonight. That's two pieces of good news in one day, we need to celebrate."

"Two?" He imagined the confused look on Karen's face phasing into realization as she remembered where he had been earlier that afternoon. 'Oh, your appointment! What did they say?"

He shrugged and tried to keep it noncommittal, but a grin threatened to take over his expression. "No guarantees," he said, "but he's talking corneal transplant a few months down the line, and he won't commit to my chances, but it sounds like they're pretty good."

Karen made a sound somewhere between a shriek of joy and a laugh and without him noticing her movement, she was suddenly out of her chair and wrapping her arms around him.

"No guarantees," he repeated.

"They have to say that. But they wouldn't do it if there wasn't a really good chance," Karen told him. "Right, Matt?"

Matt cleared his throat. "I've read up on these before, Foggy. I think it's going to be fine."