Foggy laughs and then immediately regrets it, groaning and holding his stomach. He lowers himself on the couch and leans back against it, just letting himself sink into the cushions. He tries not to think about when it had been Matt beaten and bloody laid out on this couch.

He opens his eyes as Matt kneels next to him. Foggy can't help but smile at the look of concern on his face. "Relax, I'm not going to die on you. I'll take the aspirin though, and the whiskey."