While Matt doesn't hear the noise at the door above him, Foggy does hear the noise from inside the apartment. He stops at the door, hand on the knob, frowning at it for a moment. "Matt?" he calls, tentatively.
There's no response, no further noise from inside the apartment, and Foggy goes for his pocket, for his keys, to open the door and let himself in, as he's done so many times over the years. He stops just inside the door to listen again, repeating, "Matt?"
Foggy wanders farther in, keeping an eye out for whatever he heard - and it's only a few more moments before he sees the figure collapsed at the bottom of the stairs - and then only a moment after that before he recognizes the figure from the news. He goes still, breath catching as he watches him for a moment - only exhaling and moving closer when he doesn't seem to be moving.
"Matt?" His voice is quieter this time, and he sets his satchel down, peering into the kitchen. "Please don't be dead because of the crazy vigilante."
He goes still again at a sound from the lump at the bottom of the stairs, and he pauses - and then huffs out a sigh, frowning. Even with how the media has painted the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, he can't bring himself to just leave him laying there without at least checking if he's breathing, and he moves carefully closer.
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There's no response, no further noise from inside the apartment, and Foggy goes for his pocket, for his keys, to open the door and let himself in, as he's done so many times over the years. He stops just inside the door to listen again, repeating, "Matt?"
Foggy wanders farther in, keeping an eye out for whatever he heard - and it's only a few more moments before he sees the figure collapsed at the bottom of the stairs - and then only a moment after that before he recognizes the figure from the news. He goes still, breath catching as he watches him for a moment - only exhaling and moving closer when he doesn't seem to be moving.
"Matt?" His voice is quieter this time, and he sets his satchel down, peering into the kitchen. "Please don't be dead because of the crazy vigilante."
He goes still again at a sound from the lump at the bottom of the stairs, and he pauses - and then huffs out a sigh, frowning. Even with how the media has painted the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, he can't bring himself to just leave him laying there without at least checking if he's breathing, and he moves carefully closer.