It's difficult to tell with how their hearts are pounding if they're both trembling or if he's simply feeling their pulses drum with adrenaline and emotion. The ring still slips on easily and fits just right, which is what really matters. Matt can hardly form words while Foggy explains his choice. He laughs, head tipping back as he giggles without holding back like he does when he's intoxicated, unable to keep a straight face as Foggy explains how he took punching into consideration and- Oh God, red to- In his half hysterical state he wonders if it was to go with his glasses or because red is a good color on him, or if it's Daredevil, or less seriously- to match any blood due to that punching.

Foggy takes his other hand and Matt squeezes back on instinct. Foggy explains the meaning of the shapes as Matt takes it all in, guides Matt's fingers to help show him the shape of the carved details and the placement of the gems.

"It's perfect. I don't know what to say- I- I remember them mentioning claddagh rings at one of your family dinners. Must have been one of your cousin's engagements." He swallows against the sudden lump in his throat. Back then he didn't dream he'd ever be wearing one. "Finally, our turn." Long overdue as they know now.

Matt hadn't expected to marry other than for a brief moment before the break up with Elektra. He hadn't given the idea of a wedding much thought before recently. One of the only things that crosses his mind was that he'd likely wear his father's ring but now that he has this one maybe...

"It's not as fancy as this and some would say it's bad luck because their marriage didn't work out but if you- if you're interested I- I want to give you my father's ring, Foggy."