He shifts, clearly uncomfortable with the idea of a talk, but he doesn't argue. This time, however, it's less about how exhausted he is and more, as badly as he expects that to go, he really can't deny him an explanation. Not when the guy's his best friend, even if it may not be mutual anymore, not when Foggy's caught him red-handed.

"Yeah," he allows, that in mind. He falls silent again, after that -- silent but not unconscious again, judging by the way what little tension he's mustered doesn't fade.

Bruce, meanwhile, glances between the three of them, worried himself, and then returns to work, just as quietly as before. It's not long and at the same time forever before he finishes, leaning back to dispose of used supplies. "Alright." A beat. "Steve, do you think you can get him to the couch?"

He feels more confident Matt won't bleed to death if they try to move him, now. It won't be fun, getting there, for Matt, he figures, but.