"I'll let you in on a little secret, Matt."
Seeing the state Matt was in, Foggy sighed. "This place doesn't look like a law office. It looks like the set of some TV show about junk dealers. Every time I open the door, I feel like the main characters are about to walk in."
"Then you go." Matt sounded utterly indifferent.
"Come on, Matt. I'm only a plus-one." Foggy knew his own capabilities perfectly well. "Plus-ones can't go by themselves. Someone has to bring them. That's why they're called plus-ones."
"Are you finished?" Matt remained unmoved. "We only have an hour left on our break."
"What's gotten into you?" As his friend, Foggy could clearly tell that Matt was in an unusual mood. Even if he normally disliked talking about nothing but money, he wouldn't have used that tone.
Matt couldn't tell him that far too much had happened last night-not just encountering those rarely seen superheroes and vigilantes, but also feeling lost about his own future. All he could say was, "I didn't sleep well."
"Okay. Want to talk about it?" Foggy asked.
Matt's answer was always that same brief word: "No."
"What about the injuries on your face?" Foggy suddenly asked. "You're always disappearing out of nowhere, then showing up hurt."
"I told you, Foggy," Matt explained. "I joined a fight club."
"Where? When?" Foggy tried earnestly to reason with him. "You're not on your own anymore. You have such a beautiful, adorable daughter. You need to make her feel safe."
Hearing herself brought into the conversation, Miaomiao, who had been letting her mind wander, instantly snapped back to attention.
Huh? Me? Feel safe? ꒰๑•⌓︎•๑꒱?
"I told you, Foggy. She's not my daughter..."
"Then let's leave her out of it for now." Foggy picked up another ball and