[If they brought him back, they could do something else. It's a good point, and Matt hates that the Hand could still have a hold over him, somehow. He's not—he's not going back to that. Not when he knows where he should be, instead, not when it feels right being here despite the guilt clawing at his throat.

Reluctantly, slowly, he lets go and sits back down on the couch. The sword rests in easy reach, but he makes no effort to move towards it, instead just leaning forward and clasping his hands together on top of his knees. He breathes out.]

I can—I can stay on the couch. [He wants the bed. He wants the bed very badly. He adds, just as reluctantly as when he let go of Foggy's hand:] If you don't want me here, you can just say so. [Which begs the question; where else can he go, from here?] But they'll want to send more after you, if they aren't too busy with—whatever it is they've been doing, that involves the Black Sky and someone named Rand.

[They said something about a metal fist?? Weirdoes.]

You'd have to find a safer place to stay in than this. If I could find you here, they could send more this way.