"It was an honest worry," Matt tells him, apologetically. It's not that he doesn't think Foggy's the sticking around type, mind you, it's more the fact that on the rare occasion he's actually imagined coming out of the vigilante closet, his imagination has been far less kind. Probably because, "I'm not sure I would have handled all this half as gracefully."

Foggy's temper, when he's truly angry, can be bad; his is a thousand times worse. He might hide it better, maybe, but it's still a fact and he knows it. He knew it before he started beating the shit out of assholes for a living.

"But no," he continues, part serious, part teasing himself, now, too, "I'm pretty sure this is the only skeleton I had rattling around." Foggy knows everything else about him.