[ In the moment of silence that follows his outburst the room seems silent save for his breath and heartbeat drumming. Then he feels Foggy's thumb brushing over his knuckles and the chill in his veins fades away. Foggy speaks and Matt lifts his head, fist slowly uncurling. ]

I don't know what that really means.

[ He says with a faint smirk and the breathless laugh that follows runs right into a sigh of relief. He waits another minute, turning his hand over under Foggy's so he can squeeze it. The voice seems to be gone. Stick would have uttered something about how pitiful or gross that simple exchange was by now. Matt takes several more deep breaths to calm down but it seems to do the opposite or the opposite of what he'd consider calming down because his eyes are wet with tears the next thing he knows. The breathing only seems to make it worse. ]

I'm sorry... for all of that.

[ He'd really like to climb back into Foggy's lap and wrap his arms around him now but he's not sure what Foggy is feeling and thinking after all that. Matt licks his lips and attempts to smile. ]

You're not just a distraction or a way to feel good. You're so much more than what he made it sound like. You know that, right?