After a day like today, Matt wasn't exactly sure how he felt walking home from work. On one hand, he was grateful that Foggy was there to guide him because his head was a jumbled mess after even being in the room for that utter shitshow of a deposition that turned into an eleven on two slaughter with a counter suit to an old man who just wanted his medical bills paid. It made him sick all afternoon. On the other side, Matt had hoped that the long walk would help to clear his mind and as much as he loves Foggy's voice, right now he really needed quiet.

"Foggy, would we be able to stop by the church on the way home?" Matt asked, almost hesitantly.

Foggy was caught a little off guard by the hesitation in Matt's question. "Sure thing, buddy. Is there something I can help with?"

Matt caught the uptick in Foggy's heartbeat and he felt bad. "Yes, but there's something I want to ask Father Lantom first."

Foggy calmed down a bit. He knew today had been difficult for both of them but Matt had really taken it hard. It was written all over his face when they returned to their "office" in the file closet. "You want me to hang around?" he asked at the steps of the church.

Matt shook his head. "I've walked from church to the gym more times than I can count since I was ten and even more before I lost my sight. I know the way. I won't be long."

Foggy understood. "Any requests for dinner tonight? It's my turn to cook."

Matt shook his head. Since he and Foggy, and Jen quickly after, moved into the apartment that was given to Matt as gift from Fogwell after graduation from law school, they had agreed to share cooking and cleaning duties. "I trust you. I'm the only one has burned something we were trying to eat beyond recognition."

Foggy laughed at Matt's admission. He had burned dinner because he got heavily "distracted" by Jen's teasing him. "I'll see you at home."

Matt opened the large wooden doors to the church and walked inside, blessing himself with Holy water as he did. The church was largely empty as he walked down the aisle to the front pew in front of the candles. Matt caught the sounds of a few people walking through the hallways that went behind the church but no other parishioners.

Father Lantom took a glance out of his office door when he heard the creak and heavy close of the church doors. For a brief moment, he saw the thirteen-year-old boy who had crept down to the church on a rainy night looking for a guiding light after finding out a dark truth hidden from him. As he walked closer, he saw that the man that boy had grown into seemed to have the weight of the world pressing down upon him. "This is a surprise, Matthew. Penny for your thoughts?" Lantom asked as he sat down next to Matt.

"These may take a bit more than a penny to unload. Might take the whole dollar," Matt said dryly.

"I haven't seen you like this in a long time, Matthew. What has you so troubled?" Father Lantom asked gently.

Matt sighed deeply as he played with the strap of his cane with his hands. "I was a part of something at work today that goes against everything I believe in. I became a lawyer because I wanted to help people, not to spit in the face of all my morals and values. I felt like I was on the wrong side of that table today. I can't just fall in line like a corporate kiss-ass behind what they did today, even if they do pay well."

"Seems to me that your path hasn't changed, just an obstacle was put in the way. You still want injustice righted. It sounds like David needs to take down Goliath."

"It's hard to take down Goliath when you're under his boot, Father," Matt commented. "Ever hear the expression 'don't bite the hand that feeds you'?"

"Many times, Matthew," Lantom laughed. "But I knew a boy once that didn't let anyone step on him, even when life shoved him into darkness again and again. Every time, he clawed his way back up until he was standing on top of the world."

"What if I can't find the clear path back up?" Matt asked.

"No path will be easy, Matthew. Have courage and choose the path you can conquer and remember you do not walk this path alone. You have many who will hold out a hand to help and offer wise counsel. The road you need will rise up to meet you."

Matt's head was little clearer but he still had a great deal to think about. "Thanks Father. I'll see you on Sunday," Matt said as he stood up.

Father Lantom stood as Matt moved to leave. As he placed his hand on Matt's shoulder, he could feel some of the tension had lifted. "My door is open any time. Please give my best to Jennifer, Franklin and your mother."

"I will," Matt confirmed as he walked out the side door to start home.

Foggy walked into the apartment just as Jen was setting down a bowl of kibble for Gizmo, the tan and white corgi puppy she had persuaded (bullied, suckered, seduced...) Matt into adopting once she had heard he had never had a pet. "Where's Matt? Didn't he come home with you?" Jen asked after greeting Foggy.

"He wanted to stop off at the church first," Foggy replied as he set his bag by the closet. "Things went kinda shitty today."

Jen set clean water down for the puppy and wiped her hands. "What kind of shitty are we talking about here? I mean I saw case files today for at least three murders, two rapists and more drug dealers than I can count and that's status quo at the DA's office."

"We were on a panel of a deposition that went sideways and it kind of sucked part of Matt's soul out of him. He didn't agree with the reasons of our client's countersuit," Foggy explained as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. "I get that we've been treated like glorified copy boys lately and I think that he just couldn't hold the mask on anymore today."

"I still don't understand why you two even accepted the job there," Jen sighed. She knew Matt was not happy at Landman and Zack and saw how much it was crushing his spirit every day. Despite how much Matt hated it, he knew Foggy was excited about being in such a well-known firm and he hesitated to leave.

"Because it's Landman and Zack. They are one of the biggest firms in the city. One day, they will realize our potential and corner office with great view here we come," Foggy exclaimed. "Marci's already got an office with a window there."

"There are other paths to fortune and glory," Jen muttered quietly.

Gizmo's happy barks announced the opening of the door again nearly an hour later. Matt set his bag and cane aside to pick up the bouncing puppy at his feet. "Hi Gizmo. Yes, I know you're happy to see me," Matt said through an onslaught of puppy kisses before he put the dog down.

Jen came over to give Matt a hug and a kiss after he set the dog down. She could feel how he practically melted into her, like standing was even too much now. Foggy had downplayed the situation a bit. She ran her fingers through his hair as his head rested on her shoulder.

"Do I have time to take a shower before we eat?" Matt asked with a deflating sigh.

"Take all the time you need, buddy. I'll drop the pasta when you get out," Foggy confirmed.

"You want company?" Jen whispered in Matt's ear.

Matt finally lifted his head. "If I ever say no to that question, I give you full permission to call the coroner on me because I must be dead and they need to collect the body," he said as he let Jen lead him to the bathroom.

Foggy just looked down at the small dog staring up at him. "Do you know how to help with garlic bread?"

Half an hour later, Foggy was pulling dinner out of the oven, filling the apartment with wonderful smells as comfy-dressed Matt and Jen emerged from the bathroom.

"That smells amazing, Foggy! You made Matt's stomach start growling even with the shower going," Jen exclaimed as she got the plates out and nudged Matt to their small dining table.

"I can't help it when I smell some of my favorite things," Matt defended himself. "Foggy knows that. Did you do that on purpose?"

Foggy took the foil off the baked ravioli and garlic bread and pulled the salad out of the fridge and set it on the table. "Matthew, are you accusing me of making my best friend one of his favorite dinners because he had a shitty day and I wanted to cheer him up? Nope. Not a chance. Why would I do that? Thought never crossed my mind," Foggy joked. "Just happened that I wanted it and already had it planned. Just a coincidence."

"Objection, counselor," Matt chimed in.

"On what grounds?" Foggy asked.

"On the grounds that if there was any more bull shit in that statement, you would need new pants because they would be on fire, Franklin," Matt laughed as they started to make their plates. "But I still thank you for all this. It is making me feel better."

Jen could see the little cracks in the melancholy shell that Matt came home with but she could still see something was burdening him. "What happened today?"

Matt's head tilted down. He's been struggling with this all afternoon. "I'm thinking of leaving Landman and Zack. I don't fit there," he said quietly, like saying out loud was admitting defeat.

"Buddy, do you know how many people would willingly kill us to get our position?" Foggy asked. "You know what the rumor mill said."

Matt closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose against the oncoming headache. Matt knew well that this was Foggy's fantasy job. "Foggy, I can't sell my soul and give up all I believe in to help some corporation step all over the little guy who needs help. I've been on the receiving end of that. My dad was grateful that the hospital bills were paid but that's where it ended. There was nothing even considered for the rest of my life. I'm no hypocrite and I can't shit on everything my dad did to try to help me, even when it cost him his life. Foggy, can you honestly tell me that you agreed with what went down today?"

"It's not whether I agree or not. The law says..."

"Foggy, you don't need hearing as good as mine to know damn well that the old man wasn't lying in who he talked to," Matt countered.

Foggy knew Matt was right in that statement. Detachment can only go so far. "It's only been a few months. But once we get a foothold and make partner..."

"We can change things from the inside?" Matt finished for him. "How? Ten to fifteen years from now? I can't do this their way. I should have been on the other side of that table today and so should you." Matt was digging in deep here. "Do you think Landman and Zack give a collective shit about us? They put two Columbia graduates who graduated with Honors in a broom closet for an office. Do you think they are ever going to let us advance with them?"

"Marci has her own office."

"With all due respect and no malicious intent, Marci also has the ruthlessness that they are looking for all wrapped up in a nice package with nice tits and a great ass, in your opinion." Matt took a breath to try to calm down. "You may get out of the broom closet but I never will. Doesn't matter how hard I work. Some people will never look past the fact that I can't see and you know that as well as I do."

Foggy knew Matt was right. Landman and Zack barely gave Matt an interview. They didn't want to deal with him being blind but they would have looked foolish if they ignored a candidate that was a Summa Cum Laude Ivy League graduate. "So, what's next?"

Matt deflated a bit as he started to eat again. "That's what I've been trying to figure out all afternoon."

"Well, let's lay out the options and examine all the angles," Jen suggested before excusing herself to grab a legal pad and a pen. "So, we have staying at Landman and Zack, finding another firm, public defender's office, Legal Aid or coming to the DA's office with me."

"Or opening our own firm," Matt suggested quietly.

"Nelson and Murdock, Attorneys at Law does have a nice ring to it," Foggy chimed in.

"As enticing as that may be, I see some issues with it," Jen countered. "First and foremost are the financial issues. It would be prohibitively expensive to run your own firm. You don't yet have a substantial client base that would follow you or a solo reputation to build upon. That option should be held for a later time."

Foggy took a double take at that sound logical beating that Jen just threw down. "I'm glad we don't actually face you but the challenge would be fun."

Jen thanked Foggy for the compliment. "Let's look at the public defender's office and the DA. They're both city positions. Being at the DA would remove the conflict of interest we potentially face and you get to put the bad guys away. As a public defender, you get to defend those who can't afford those expensive firms."

"But with those, I can't pick my own cases," Matt stated. "There's also no variety in what we do."

"So, that leaves finding another firm," Jen stated. "I remember there were quite a few interested when we went to the Headhunter's Ball in January. So many people were coming up to us. What about them?"

Matt's face fell. "Remember in April when we were doing all those interviews and I was getting discouraged with all those huge firms like Landman and Zack. Most of them loved me on paper until they brought me in for an interview and realized I was blind. Then it quickly became 'We're going another way,' or 'We're looking for more experience.' They couldn't openly say it or they would face a discrimination lawsuit but it was obvious. They didn't want to deal with accommodations for me. Landman and Zack do only the bare minimum and I have to do the rest."

Jen very clearly remembered those late-night phone calls where Matt was getting very down on himself and there was little she could do to help. "So, we need to find something smaller and more personal. We need to work our connections to see what's out there. "

"What if it takes a while? I don't know how much longer I can keep up the mask," Matt admitted.

"This is just the first round, right? You don't win a fight in the first round. You're choosing to leave for the right reasons and on your terms. We'll be fine if you have to bow out early. I'd rather have to watch our budget a little more carefully for a bit than sacrifice your self-worth," Jen explained.

There was a small spark of a smile as Matt leaned over to give Jen a kiss. "How'd you get so tough?"

"I'm marrying a fighter and my guy doesn't quit."

On the way upstairs from taking Gizmo out for the last time before bed, Matt made a detour to the third floor before heading up to the fifth. Matt counted his steps from the stairs to his mom's door. He knocked on the door and announced himself. "Mom, it's Matt."

The chain was removed. The deadbolt and the door unlocked. "It's late, Matty. Is something wrong?" Maggie asked when she opened the door when she saw her son standing there.

Matt shook his head. "I was just taking Gizmo out for the night and I was wondering something." Matt hesitated a bit but Jen suggested to work his contacts. This was a big step. "Do you still have Thomas Mackey's phone number?"

"Of course I do," Maggie said as she asked Matt to follow her in while she got her purse to take out the lawyer's card. "What do you need it for?"

Matt handed his phone to his mom so she could add the contact. "He helped us once. Maybe he can help me again."

Matt was uncharacteristically anxious the next morning. He was antsy, distracted and lost where he was reading several times. It was noticeable enough that Foggy brought him a cup of tea when he went to refill his coffee.

"Matt, buddy, start talking," Foggy bluntly said as he set the cup on Matt's desk. "You look you're about to jump out of your skin. Did something else happen since yesterday that I don't know about?"

Matt shook his head as he opened up his phone and handed it to Foggy to show him the contact info and photo of Thomas Mackey's business card. "He's the lawyer that helped my mom regain custody when I was thirteen. This would be working my contacts, right?"

"When was the last time you talked to him?"

"He wrote me a letter of recommendation to get into Columbia."

"Have you called him yet?" Foggy asked, handing Matt back his phone.

Matt shook his head. "I've been trying to figure out what to say. I don't know where to start," he said, fidgeting with his phone.

Foggy pulled his chair over and sat down. "You said this lawyer was impressed by you, right?"

"He told my mom I was her ace in the hole after he spoke to me the first time. When I told him why I wanted to be a lawyer he said it was one of the best reasons he had ever heard for going into this profession. It really stuck with me," Matt replied. "He actually said he looked forward to working with me one day."

"Sounds to me like all you have to do is get him to take the meeting. No one reads a room like you do. Just get the conversation started and follow where it leads. I know for certain that if the opportunity presents itself, you'll know what questions to ask." Foggy took the phone from Matt's hands. "It's just a phone call. What's the worst they do? Say no? That's a bad plan for a former client." Foggy opened up the contact so all Matt had to do was hit the call button. "I've got your back all the way and I'm sorry that I didn't see things from your perspective better yesterday. So, make the call and I'll give you some space given attorney-client privilege and all. Last time I checked, my best friend didn't back down from a challenge and this is a little one in the grand scheme of things."

Matt smiled as he took his phone back. "Thanks, Foggy."

"No problem. Shoot me a text when you're done. I'm gonna go see if Marci's up for lunch together."

"Give Marci my regards," Matt said with a wave before turning back to the phone in his hands. Can't win the fight if you don't get in the ring. Matt pressed the call button.

"Good morning, Mackey and associates. How may I direct your call?" the receptionist answered.

"Thomas Mackey, please."

"I'll transfer you."

As the phone rang again, Matt took a few calming breaths and mentally told himself to get it together.

"Good morning, Mr. Mackey's office," his secretary pleasantly responded.

"Good morning. My name is Matthew Murdock and I was a previous client of Mr. Mackey. I am wondering if I could set up a meeting with him to ask his advice."

"You're lucky. He has an opening today at five."

"I'll be there."

The secretary took down Matt's contact information and wished him a good afternoon. Matt set his phone on his desk and let out a full body sigh as the tension partially left his body. Now, he just had to prepare his opening statement to plead his case. Easy, right? Matt opened up his laptop and pulled his lunch out of his bag and got to work.

Foggy returned from lunch over an hour later, singing ABBA and smelling of tzatziki sauce.

Matt removed one of his earphones and paused what he was working on. "How was lunch?"

"It was awesome, buddy. We went to this great Mediterranean place. You'd love it," Foggy exclaimed as he sat down at his desk across from Matt, noting that there was nothing on his desk to provide evidence that Matt had eaten. "Did you eat? Shit, I should have brought something back for you."

Matt held up a hand to cut off Foggy's rambling. "Yes, I ate. Jen packed me lunch this morning when she made hers. She even left me a note in it," Matt explained as he held up the small piece of paper with Braille printed on it. "How much of the gyro did you spill on yourself?"

"I didn't spill anything," Foggy started to say as he looked down at his tie and swore under his breath. "Okay, it may have dripped a little but it was so worth it. Is it that bad?"

"I doubt many other than me or a pregnant woman would pick it up," Matt said as he tried to go back to the file he was reading.

"Did you make the call? How did it go?" Foggy asked.

"I have a meeting with Mackey at five today."

"Dude, that's great. What did they say? Do you need me to go with you?"

"Foggy, I only spoke with a receptionist and his secretary," Matt corrected him. "Thank you but no. I've been there before and I can find my way. I texted Jen to tell her since I knew she was busy all day. Please remind her for me if she doesn't get to check her phone."

"I can do that. I am very good at relaying messages," Foggy said as he gave an overexaggerated salute. "So, what boredom are we working on now?"

Matt slid the file over. "Tenant landlord dispute where we may be on the wrong side of the table again."

Matt arrived a few minutes before five at Mackey's office. It had been an easy four block walk over from Landman and Zack. He waited patiently in the reception area after checking in. It didn't take long before he caught the sound of fancy shoes walking towards him on the carpeted floors.

"Matt Murdock, it's good to see you again. How have you been?" Thomas Mackey greeted him warmly.

Matt offered his hand to shake. "I've been well. I hope I didn't throw off your plans."

Mackey shook his hand happily. "I would gladly blow off my early weekend escape to meet with you. Come with me. Let's talk in my office. Do you remember the way?"

"I could use a little help," Matt admitted.

"Not a problem. Follow me," Mackey replied. "So, how's your mom doing?"

"Pretty good. I think she's still getting used to living alone again now that I've moved out. How have you been?"

"A little grayer but I keep busy," Mackey said warmly as he pulled out a chair for Matt. "So, you moved out? Where are you living now?"

"I'm still in the same building, just two floors up. Mr. Fogwell gave me the apartment as a gift when I graduated law school."

"That's incredibly generous of him. Do you live alone?"

"It was generous but Mr. Fogwell is almost like my grandfather. He was my Dad's trainer so I've been around him since I was a baby," Matt explained. "I live with my best friend and my fiancée."

"Congratulations, Matt. When's the wedding?"

"Jen and I are getting married next August."

"Matt, I can't tell you how happy I am for you. It's not often I get to see how things work out for the kids I've helped so this is just making my day."

"Well...you did help a lot."

"I just got you back with your mom, where you always should have been," Mackey said warmly.

"And wrote that glowing recommendation letter for me for law school," Matt added.

"I just wrote the truth. You did the rest. So, how did that work out for you?"

"Summa Cum Laude from Columbia University Law School," Matt said with a hint of pride in his voice. He had worked damn hard for that.

"So what law firm was lucky enough to snatch you up? You must have had them fighting over you."

Matt's face fell a bit at the question, a small gesture that was not missed by the lawyer that sat across the desk from him. "That's actually why I called to meet with you," Matt started. "I'm currently with Landman and Zack but I'm looking to change firms. I don't feel that they are the right fit for me."

Mackey sat back in his chair. "Why do you feel that they're not the right fit for you?"

"Do you remember what I said when I was thirteen? That I wanted to help people; the good people who get handed a bad hand that need someone to stick up for them when no one else will."

Mackey nodded. "Of course, I do. It's one of the best reasons I had ever heard about joining this profession."

"I'm guessing that you know Landman and Zack and I'm not willing to give up what I believe in to get out of a broom closet of an office."

Mackey knew the practices of some of these large firms well and what they were willing to do for some of their larger corporate clients. He generally disliked dealing with them because of the trickery they often used. They made being an honest lawyer much harder. "What made you choose them in the first place?"

Matt shrugged. "I'm not sure if I know," he quietly admitted. "I had other offers who loved me on paper but quickly backed off once they saw I was blind. It didn't matter how good or promising I was. They couldn't see anything past this," Matt said as he pointed to his glasses. "Landman and Zack nearly did the same thing. They wouldn't have even considered an interview with me if it wasn't for Foggy."

"Who is Foggy?" Mackey interrupted.

"Foggy...Franklin Nelson. He's my best friend. We met at a debate team competition in high school and he was my roommate all through college and law school."

"What did Foggy do to convince them to give you an interview?" Mackey asked.

"He sang my praises as much as his own. He admitted that most of his accomplishments wouldn't have been possible without my help, which was beyond generous of him, but that's who Foggy is. I'm the brains and he's the heart. Ever since we teamed up for a doubles debate across school lines at that debate competition, we found out that we are pretty awesome as a team. While Nelson and Murdock are great separate entities, together...we are unstoppable."

Mackey was making a few mental notes as Matt spoke. "He sounds like a pretty good guy to have around."

"He is. It was his dream to be in the big firm with an office with walls of windows and all the perks that go with it. It's probably why I followed him there. He managed to convince me that I could still help people the way I wanted even inside a gilded tower of steel and glass."

"So what changed?" Mackey asked.

"I remembered what it was like to be on the other side of that table," Matt said sadly. "I remembered when my dad had to face down a panel of lawyers, each one of them made more money in a year than my father could ever even dream of. He had to bring me with him because I had just gotten out of the hospital after my accident and he was trying to figure out how I was going back to school. I was in pain and he hugged me close so I could block my ears with how loud everything was. These lawyers who worked on behalf of the corporation whose chemicals spilled handed him an insulting settlement. I remember him asking what was covered in the settlement they gave him. They just covered the hospital bill and considered themselves free and clear. They never even considered the future and how hard raising a disabled child would be for a single father with almost nothing to his name. I can't do that to people. I can't just look the other way and ignore how horribly some people are treated when they reach out for help."

Mackey remembered hearing a little bit about Matt's backstory when he was working to get custody restored to Maggie but he hadn't heard all of it and especially not from Matt's perspective. This kid had been through the fires of Hell many times before he was a teenager. "How can I help?"

Matt sighed. "I don't know. Jen, Foggy and I were discussing my options last night to see what's out there and to work my connections. I called you first."

Mackey started to gather his files and slid them into his briefcase. He had an idea and a weekend to convince the other senior partners to go along with it. "I think I may have something in mind. Care to join me for a drink and we can continue our conversation?"

"Sure. Do you mind if I call my fiancée first to tell her I'll be late?" Matt asked.

"I should probably call my wife for the same reason," Mackey laughed.

Matt stepped out into the hall to call Jen while Mackey was on the phone.

"Hey Handsome! How's it going so far?" Jen asked excitedly.

"I honestly don't know. We've mostly just been talking. He said he has an idea that he wants to discuss with me and he's just invited me out for drinks with him."

"Matty, you've got this. This is just networking. Drinks are good. I've got a good feeling about this. I love you."

"I love you too."

Matt hung up the phone as Mackey stepped out of his office. "You ready? I've got a car waiting downstairs."

"Lead the way."

"So, tell me more about your intended?" Mackey asked as he held the door of the car open for Matt. "What does she do?"

"She's also a lawyer," Matt answered as Mackey told the driver where he wanted to go. "Jen works with the Manhattan DA's office."

"What about conflict of interest?"

"It hasn't come up yet," Matt admitted. "Jen asks who the defense attorney is and if it's me or Foggy, she asks to be reassigned so we don't have that. She's already told them about me. She suggested that I join her as a prosecutor."

"Does that interest you?" Mackey asked.

"It has its advantages but I like the variety of law that private practice allows for," Matt replied as they took a seat at the bar.

"What are you drinking, Matt?" Mackey asked.

"Beer's fine," Matt chimed in.

"Beer's for bowling and shooting pool. What's your higher standard drink?"

Matt laughed a bit. "Scotch."

"On the rocks?"

"Neat."

"What's your preferred brand? I like Johnny Walker."

"Macallan."

Mackey was seriously impressed as he gave the bartender the order. "Matt, I want to shoot straight with you. If it were only up to me, I'd hire you right now," Mackey said as he took a sip from his drink. "I may be the senior managing partner but I'm not the only one with an opinion on the matter."

"I understand that," Matt replied after his first sip.

"I would like you to meet the other partners in an interview on Monday morning. If you impress them as much as you impressed me, it will be a done deal."

"I'll be there," Matt said quickly but then he paused. He fiddled with his drink as he tried to find the right words. "I know I'm in no place to ask this but I would feel guilty if I didn't try. Is there the possibility of two interviews? I can't just leave Foggy where he is."

Mackey took another sip. "If your friend is as good as you say he is, I think we can make it work."

It was past nine o'clock when Matt staggered back into the apartment. He set his bag and cane down beside the door before he found Jen in the kitchen getting a drink. He grabbed her hand, spun her into his arms, dipped her and kissed her breathless.

Jen wrapped her arms around Matt's neck to regain her balance after he came up from the kiss. "What would you have done if Foggy had been standing here?"

"It wouldn't be the first time he's kissed me when he was drunk," Foggy exclaimed from the couch in the living room.

"I can tell the difference between you and Foggy, thank you very much," Matt slurred.

"Oh my. You are very drunk," Jen exclaimed as Matt was placing more kisses all over her neck as she tried to hold him up. "Am I correct to assume it went well?"

Matt hummed an affirmative as he was getting very affectionate. "He kept getting another round," Matt said in between kisses. "Was I gonna say no?"

"And anything else?" Jen asked, trying to refocus a very distracted Matt.

"I have an interview at eight Monday morning." Matt paused and tried to direct his gaze towards Foggy. "Actually, we have an interview Monday morning, if you're interested."

"We? If I'm interested? Of course, I'm interested. You didn't need to do that. How did you manage to pull that off?" Foggy asked.

Matt smiled. "Yes, I did. I returned the kindness you extended to me with Landman and Zack and chatted you up like you deserve to be."

Foggy came up and bear hugged Matt from behind as he held onto Jen. "Thank you, buddy."

Matt awkwardly patted Foggy on the side of his head. "You're welcome, Foggy-bear," he said with a giggle before his alcohol-soaked brain caught up with what he just said. "Hold up. That's what Marci calls you." Then Matt started laughing again.

"You are so sloshed. I think it's bedtime for you," Jen interjected as she gently turned Matt's face back towards her. "Say good night to Foggy."

Matt's drunken giggles took over again as he patted Foggy's head again. "Good night to Foggy. Jen's taking me to bed."

"More like putting you to bed. You're in no shape for that right now," Jen said as she took Matt's hand and led him to their bedroom while he drunkenly muttered something about a challenge he was willing to take. "I am so hoping that you don't get sick. Did you eat anything? Probably not and that's why you're so drunk."

"You're gonna want a garbage can near his head!" Foggy called out as Jen closed the door.