I can take care of myself, I don't need looking after.
[Says the zombie ninja whose life has been actual hell for these past few months. Second life? Whatever. But Matt's lips press together into a thin line, at the thought of Foggy still being in danger the longer he stays in New York. But he's got a point, damn it. He has cases and a life, and Matt can't ask him to uproot all of that because of the Hand.]
I'm not—There's a chance they'll come after you again. How can I keep you safe if I'm not "going gargoyle" on you? [And there's Matt again, always prioritizing the safety of others over his own. Even months under the Hand hasn't quite wiped that out of him.
At the mention of food, his stomach growls. Right. He—does have to eat. He hadn't really thought much about breaking in here and then staying around, beyond the bone-deep instinct of keeping Foggy safe and not dead. He sighs.]
Food would be good, yeah. Anything but rice. [He has no idea what kind of food he likes, just knows he's kind of sick of bland meals, at this point.]
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[Says the zombie ninja whose life has been actual hell for these past few months. Second life? Whatever. But Matt's lips press together into a thin line, at the thought of Foggy still being in danger the longer he stays in New York. But he's got a point, damn it. He has cases and a life, and Matt can't ask him to uproot all of that because of the Hand.]
I'm not—There's a chance they'll come after you again. How can I keep you safe if I'm not "going gargoyle" on you? [And there's Matt again, always prioritizing the safety of others over his own. Even months under the Hand hasn't quite wiped that out of him.
At the mention of food, his stomach growls. Right. He—does have to eat. He hadn't really thought much about breaking in here and then staying around, beyond the bone-deep instinct of keeping Foggy safe and not dead. He sighs.]
Food would be good, yeah. Anything but rice. [He has no idea what kind of food he likes, just knows he's kind of sick of bland meals, at this point.]