Foggy continues forward until he's by Matt's side - and then he carefully crouches, a shaking hand reaching out for the mask - and, before he can stop himself, he takes hold of the bottom edge, to pull it up.

For a moment, he can only stare. There's an instant where he can't reconcile what he's seeing, can't put together the image of Matt in front of him where the Devil of Hell's Kitchen was a moment later - and then, before he has time to do more than breathe out "Matt?", the door above him opens. There's the quiet sound of a footstep, of someone obviously moving quietly, and Foggy straightens hurriedly, backpedaling a few steps as he grabs for the first thing that comes to hand - in this case, one of Matt's canes - as he backs into the kitchen, out of sight of whoever's coming in.

He might still be reeling, still trying to accept his discovery, but even if his best friend is also a terrible, feared vigilante, he's not about to let anyone in to finish what they started without a fight.