[ There were a lot of very choice comments Foggy wanted to mention right then but most of them were swallows down in favor of the worry creeping in. A familiar emotion since he learned about the whole daredevil activity. Sometimes he still couldn't wrap his mind around it and other times it made him so angry he barely saw straight. Again, he mostly kept it to himself.

Fingers reach out, he brushed them along Matt's cheek, trailing down his collarbone without really registering the movements. Concern, okay? ]

Have you disinfected the cuts? [ He questioned as he walked to the bedroom and nothing could have ever prepared him for the sight. Damn, talk about a lot of blood. ]

You're going to have to burn your bed. Is that a katana? An actual -

[ Did he feel better or worse about it not being Elektra? He just could not tell. Matt made everything a thousand times more complicated. ]

You haven't touched anything, right? We have to - be careful. There could be a dead body close by and we don't need it connected to either one of us. Damn it, Matt that is a lot of blood.