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[hellsguardiandevil]

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Matt was consistently concerned about Foggy. It wasn’t that Foggy wasn’t an adult or he thought that Foggy couldn’t take care of himself under normal circumstances. He worried because none of this was normal and with Avengers struggling to care for themselves and others he was worried about everyone in the city. Emma and Elektra had told Matt he looked odd, but he didn’t feel any different until he was out on the streets. As people walked by him, he started to get odd feelings about them and the tattoo on his arm reacted to his shifting attention. It was something he knew he needed to consider later, but for right now he needed to check on his friend. 

Finally getting to Foggy’s apartment, Matt paused and put his hand quietly on the door. He listened first, making sure he was home and that no one else was around to hear him before he knocked softly on the door. “It’s Matt,” he whispered loud enough that he hoped his sudden visit didn’t startle him. “Are you alright?”

[hellsguardiandevil]

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Foggy was… asleep to say the very least. After all, he had a long night watching marathons on television. Sleeping on the couch wasn’t the best option to sleep in but since he was alone, it didn’t matter. Besides, it wasn’t like Matt would just burst in and complain about his current condition.

Or so he thought.

With a small knock on the door, the attorney woke up with groggily eyes and scanned around the living room. With his table was filled with empty cabs of beer and soda followed by pizza boxes scattered around the floor, one would say that it was a hell of a mess. Stretching his arms while letting out a loud yawn, Foggy didn’t exactly near who was behind the door.

“I’m coming I’m coming….slow you’re horses.” Half awake, Foggy got up from his sleeping couch and made his way to the door. And once he had opened up, a familiar sight widen his eyes causing the attorney to step back a bit before blurting out the words;

“M…Matt?? Is that, really you??” Foggy was this close on punching his friend but couldn’t help to rush in for a tight hug. “Jesus. It is you. Oh thank God. I thought you were…gone.” With a chuckle, the attorney let’s go of the said hug before noticing something different about his friend.

“You look, weird.”

Matt had taken too long between visits and he wasn’t sure if Foggy was going to be mad at him for that or simply relieved to see him. A lot had happened and there were times when he simply shouldn’t be around anyone, much less someone who he didn’t want to hurt. When Foggy clearly decided on being happy to see Matt, it made things easier. He hugged him back and gave what he hoped was a reassuring back pat. “Yeah, am here. I’m alright. Usual craziness happening and I’m trying to help deal with it,” he assured. When let go, he followed his law partner inside the apartment and handed over a backpack full of protein packs for him before closing the door. “Not as good as what you have, but they’ll keep you alive,” he shrugged. “Where did you get all this?” he wondered. When told he looked weird, Matt shrugged. “So I’ve been told,” he offered. He couldn’t have taken the blindfold off if he’d wanted to and he knew because he’d tried. “This is what I really don’t understand,” he admitted. He shoved up his right sleeve to show the golden tattoo of scales that were currently balanced. What Matt forgot was that the last couple of times he’d visited, he’d been dressed in the devil suit and had his gloves on, so the bit of gold on his other hand would also be a new addition for Foggy. “I can feel it change when I speak with some people,” he admitted his fingers moving over the golden ink.