[ For a moment, he almost lets himself imagine it. If Matt told him earlier, some time when it'd been long enough for Matt to be comfortable with him but before it ticked over into too long and Foggy lied to. He understands now, and he's... mostly over it, but there'd have been a grace period where he would have jumped immediately into understanding why Matt didn't tell him right away - though if he's honest, he has no idea what it would have been.

And he doesn't want to go down that road, anyway. It's already one of the many what if scenarios he'd let himself get too deep into during the times when he and Matt were barely speaking. And he doesn't need any of them when he has Matt here.

Instead he tilts his head into Matt's hand so Matt can feel him smile. ]

Yeah, well. You didn't discover all of my secrets. And I probably would've just taken advantage of your senses to get laid or crush our debate opponents even more completely. [ There's a pause, then he admits, ] You hating me is one of the worst things I can imagine, too.