He noticed her hurt. Matt tried initially to rationalize it in his head. Kate had started and forced the argument. She hadn't stopped. Matt was programmed to respond in kind. It was part of his nature, part of his profession. Perhaps if the night hadn't been as awful as it had been he'd have been able to walk away and let her win the argument, but it had been a terrible night and he felt like he was being ganged up on by them. It was one thing when he'd been trying to run in and fight Fisk, it was another when he couldn't see the logic in making two stops when they were trying to lay low.

Somewhere in him said that he was the adult here. That for all Kate said she was on equal footing with him, he felt guilty for fighting back against a young woman who'd also had a rough night. Even if it was just because she had pricked his defense of another friend, Josie.

He did shift to just sit on the floor in the car. Folded up as he was hurt him physically, but it seemed wiser than continuing to be close to Kate when she was upset. He pet Lucky, even if it didn't seem to be doing anything to help the dog.

"If you'd just wanted to see your penthouse, you could have just said that, you know," he finally said in a low voice. "It wouldn't be the smartest option, but I would at least understand you wanting to see it. And pick up what you could from it. So we can stop by. If you want. To get what you need." A beat. "Josie is really proud of her bar, though. So. Talk shit about me if you want, but be nice to her about the place."