[ While admittedly a smarter plan, Foggy clearly did not enjoy the suggestion either, frown pulling at his lips. The thought of leaving his home and friends unsettled him and with Matt back in the picture, he just couldn't. He found it unthinkable because what if he left and something happened? It would be on him. The blame falling like bricks onto his shoulders. ]

I can't leave. [ He began, with a shake of his head. ] I have cases and - [ Voice trailing off, he pointedly looked at Matt. ] See? How can I go with that kind of talk. You need someone looking after you.

[ Keeping him from unnecessary danger - Foggy could only really dream. No one actually kept Matt from anything, the man believing he deserved whatever punishment came his way. ]

[ The bed - right. ] We - could share if you don't find that - [ He waved a hand off as if it finished his thoughts for him. ] Do you want a change of clothes? Shower? Food?

I don't need you going gargoyle on me, Murdock. I'll be fine.