[ Straightening out his spine, Foggy let out a low and still very displeased groan with the direction the night had taken. Matt had some kind of danger magnet and all the worst of the worst were drawn in. The guy who couldn't die being a prime example. Arms folded across his chest to further his image of 'nope', he responded with - ]

You don't plan on doing a damn thing because then it'll be harder for you to just fling yourself through the window.

[ Don't forget how well he knew you, Matt. His b.s. meter never faltered when it came to the other man. They knew far too much to when it all came down to it. Matt a little too much with that nose of his.

Talk about constant embarrassment. ]

[ Okay, his eyes might have lit up a little at the mention of Netflix. Ah the simple pleasures in life. Netflix, some wine and good food - his constant companion lately.

Was that sad sounding? ]

If you think your devil may care attitude could adjust to just sitting and having me to describe to you everything going on. You know you live for my commentary.

[ His eyes gazed over at the ledge of the roof. ] We're going to need to go and get you another bed.