He turns to look over at Matt, searching out his face in the darkness, a frown settling on his mouth. He wonders if Matt can hear it in his voice when he shakes his head.

"How? How can you live with that every day?" He would go mad. Hearing every cry for help, every injustice that played out in the city. It explained why Matt couldn't ignore it, but the thought of just how much suffering he had to hear was overwhelming. It made Foggy's stomach clench in sympathy. He swallows, closing his eyes and listening to the sounds from the street. He hears the buzz of the light shining in through Matt's window next door. Horns and cars moving, but there are no cries for help. No voices in the distance.

"I'm sorry, Matt. I didn't know."