Matt didn’t want another intern. There’s three people in the office (including him) and that’s enough.

Yet, apparently, Foggy and Karen have bigger savior complexes than him, and you really needed a job.

He listens as you try to force the old printer to work, a subtle smile quirking the edges of his lips upward. The sounds of your quiet swearing are–begrudgingly–entertaining. After a few more seconds of listening, Matt stands up, walking into the room behind you.

“You need some help with that?” he asks, his voice tinged with amusement.