[ Stick's voice still doesn't pick a fight with Foggy. Matt knows Foggy's argument has some sort of credit to it. Even emotional, Foggy can gather the facts and build a case in his head, a talent that could put lawyers with more experience to shame. Still, it's difficult to process, just like it's difficult to listen to Foggy and Stick arguing the same way two sides in his own head do all the time.

Foggy grabs Matt's hand and presses it to his chest, Matt's heart immediately leaping, eyes pointing toward the contact. His throat feels too tight again, emotions stirring up as he thinks about what the gesture has come to mean to them in the past few months. Thinking about how Foggy pleaded with him not to push him away again.

Stick's voice scoffs. "Back to distracting yourself with his sweet talk and sex? You're making the same old mistake again, telling yourself you'll find relief between someone else's legs. Nobody will make you feel complete and truly alive the way fighting does Matty. Remember what I said about soft things. It's only a matter of time before your boyfriend suffers and it won't matter how big his loud mouth or his dick is."

Matt's entire body goes rigid, something inside of him snaps. His hand on Foggy's chest curls into a fist. ]

And I told you that I'm more than just a warrior but you never listened. I should have stopped listening to you a long time ago. You know I took your advice, I kept my abilities secret, tried pushing the people I love away but it didn't fix my problems, it only hurt and made me hate myself more. I get to decide how I want to live my life now. And if you had a body right now I would kick your ass for insulting the man I love.