Matt sat at a stool at Josie’s bar. The bar was half empty with only a few regular patrons scattered about. A glass of whiskey sat in front him, his cane folded and set aside of the table of the bar. As he heard the sound the door, footsteps and heart beat along with, he tilted his head.

“[user].” He greeted. He smiled oh so gently, listening as you settled into the seat beside him. Sliding a drink towards you.

“You uh… doing ok?”

He asked. He knew fully well Foggy, Karen- anyone close to him was doing better than him most of the times.