This Ain't No Choir

It's confusing

Matt arrived home.
To his home.

He closed the door to his apartment slowly with a click sound and walked towards the living area. He felt sore, extremely sore. His legs felt weak and it was a different kind of pain than the pain he's used to from fights, getting kicked, punched, heck even stabbed or a bullet wound. No but this felt.. felt odd. Wrong. It made him become flustered.
He didn't want to think about it anymore.
He just wanted to forget...

"Matt!"
A voice spoke in relief and it sent Matt to be startled. It was Foggy, he hadn't even heard him in his apartment. He was too busy lost in his thoughts and feeling sore.

"Jesus Foggy, are you trying to kill me?"
He struggled to walk towards his couch and taking a seat seemed to prove another challenge but the redhead managed with a sigh of exhaustion.
"No, your already doing that by yourself. I'm kidding. But seriously Matt, where have you been?! You had me and Karen worried.-"
Where was Karen? She hadn't visited Matt since...since. Matt grimaced. His lips curling into a frown, he didn't want to think about these things as much as he was already doing and the things he already had his plate full, now with Fr-

"Matt!?"

Matt snapped out of his daze. He tuned Foggy out again. He's been doing that alot lately and not just with him. He rubbed his temple and gave a low groan of exhaustion. His throat felt dry, his stomach felt empty, he needed some thing to drink and eat and for the first time in Matt's life he actually was considering sleeping in a whole day instead of avoiding that too. "What Foggy?" He looked up as if he's blind gaze could meet his friends eye's.

His friend was worried, hours of calling, messaging. Matt wasn't sure how many Foggy had sent but it sent a small tug at his heart to know his friend cared so much about him. How did he get so lucky this way? Even when Matt pushed Foggy away he always stuck around and never gave up on Matt. He could even go and say Foggy was like family to him, the closest thing to a family he would ever get...

But Foggy held him by the shoulders firmly not letting him drift off to another blank stare of no words and silence.

"You promised no more secrets Matt, please tell me what's wrong?" His voice was worried, he was worried, Foggy had been worried sick about Matt, disappearing like a ghost, as if Matt didn't exist. "I know..- it's-..complicated.." Matt muttered out.

"Matt come on, everything is complicated but you promised you wouldn't lie to me anymore, why can't you trust me?"

"I do- Foggy I do- it's just-...it really is, really complicated." He grimaced again, his lips forming a thing line, they hurt too, felt sore. What the fuck had happend last night? He didn't remember.. and he hated he couldn't remember, he tride so hard on the way home. Frank had driven him home, his home...well what he called 'home.

Matt felt a shake. Damn it. He did it again.
"Sorry-...just the lack of sleep-"

"Cut the bullshit Matt, I want answers and I want them now, atleast tell me something, please? I'm tired of being left in the dark." Foggy sighed, he was tired. He hadn't sleept in a while. He had really thought Matt was dead somewhere in a ditch or trashcan. The idea made him panic. Every night Matt went out he never knew if he would see him again, call him overprotective but Foggy had felt this way since they were in college when he found out his roommate the skinny, innocent looking blind Matt would be living with him, he felt he needed to help him out not because he was blind but because Matt was one of those rare people in this world who was genuinely a nice, caring and loving guy who just cared too much and gave too many chances. Good people like that in a world like this get curupeted taken advantage of and ruined..
Even when he found out now He wasn't really 'blind' Foggy still saw the old Matt he met in college, a guy someone could take advantage of and Foggy just wanted to help Matt- even when Matt didn't want the help, Foggy wanted to let Matt know he wasn't alone.