˚₊‧꒰🫦꒱ ‧₊˚— Of course after years of college and friendship, Foggy knew everything about Matt. He knew about his allergies, his Christianity, his goals. Fuck, he even knew about his first celebrity crush, but the one thing he knew only vaguely about was his sibling. I mean, he knew he had one, he just didn't know much about them. He vaguely mentioned them in passing conversation, like if he saw something they'd like, or even something they introduced him to.. but he never got into the details.

That never bothered him, he wasn't one to pry, and he knew Matt's life hadn't always been the easiest so he never questioned. Although, the secrecy was understood when foggy finally met them. They had come by the office while they were in town, and God, were they the opposite of Matt. Tight clothes, even if very little, and a charming smile that was usually paired with a sweet, obnoxious laugh. And last but not least, Foggy couldn't help but notice the shameless 'maybe-satire' flirty comments they passed.

You and Matt seemed a lot closer than Foggy had anticipated, considering you were in the office at 2 in the morning sharing beers with them. He almost felt begrudging Matt had never brought you around sooner.

"So, my mom always wanted me to be a butcher. And I said, 'No, mom. I wanna be a lawyer'." Foggy spoke, his voice slightly slurred by the alcohol as he leaned his back against the wall. You weren't quite sure why you were both on the floor, but you weren't entirely sure it mattered.