[ Having Matt in front of him made his head spin because the grief over the past few weeks especially had been too much, too heavy of a weight to try and cope with. Loss colored their life, of course, as lawyers and as citizens of a place like hell's kitchen where death seemed all too real of a possibility at any moment. Dangers lingered in the shadows and some never went away, only grew with time.

The Hand being a prime example but how could Matt believe he fit the category? Ever? ]

As long as you don't go full creeper on me. You're not as sneaky as you think. [ At least with him.

Frowning, he leaned forward to look at the package. ]

Look, Matt, coming back from the dead probably made a lot of changes. My sanity, your tastebuds. It's all doing something.

[ Don't even try, Murdock, he knows you better than yourself. ]

Follow your nose to something that tastes better in here if these offend you.