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your apartment was blown up!? Matt, come stay with me. I’ve got the space and like your company, and will ignore you slipping out at night all secretive. Deal, you make some salsa then.

It happened the night of the blackout. Fisk thought a dead martyr would serve his story better than a living pain in his ass.

I'd hate to put you out. I know I talk a lot first thing in the mornings.

very glad you weren’t there If you are willing to make me coffee in exchange for your morning talkativeness, I think we can make it work.

... I was. I leaped out the window at the last moment. Grappled to the ground with the Punisher.

I will gladly make you coffee. If you've never tried it with oat milk you'll now get the chance.

oh. I’m going to hug you very hard when I next see you. I think we have a deal then. How much closet space do you need? I would assume most of your clothes didn’t make it

I'll always take a hug, but I swear I'm fine. Really.

I just have a handful of new suits that I bought, three pairs of shoes, some jeans and t-shirts. Not much, no.