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Matt was fine. Except, he wasn’t. But then again, Matt was never fine. So- yeah. That meant he was fine … right? Matt sighed deeply and leant back into his worn leather couch, letting his senses reach out around him and to the streets below. He caught the scent of the downstairs neighbours' baking, (brownies at 1:37 AM?), and heard the man in the building across from his watching some video on how to repair frying pan.
He'd had a tough night out as the devil so it was nice to just soak in the little bizarre things happening around him. His eyes snapped open as his phone started blaring. 'FOGGY, FOGGY, FOG-' He picked up the phone cutting off the noise.
"Foggy?" he said a little groggily.
"Matt? Oh thank goodness-" Foggy breathed from the other end of the call.
"Foggy w-why are you calling me?" Matt asked rubbing a hand over his eyes. It had been a long day.
"Just making sure you haven't gotten yourself killed out there buddy" Matt internally winced. He hates that he makes Foggy worry, and he hates that Foggy worries.
"Yep all good" he replied trying to sound genuine.
"Good because we have a meeting with the new client tomorrow ok? You better be on time" Matt grimaced that was tomorrow wasn't it.
"Yes Foggy I'll be there" Matt sighed.
"Good, now go to sleep you need your beauty rest" Foggy said in a mock tone. Matt huffed a laugh and put down his phone. Ripping the Velcro of his gloves and removing the rest of the Daredevil costume, he climbed into his silk clad bed and tried to find rest.