Matt grimaced at the mention of court. "Yeah. It was what I expected. Well, the outcome was, at least." He should have but hadn't fully anticipated the large greeting he'd gotten at court. He hadn't expected making a last ditch effort to repair things with Heather and for her to issue the ultimatum she had. Every time he tried to step off one trap it felt like he was falling into another. It made him feel even less secure about handling being the face of his current revolution.

How could he be, when he was living with a woman who aligned herself with Fisk? What if he was fooling himself in thinking he could sway Heather to his side?

"I just, um. Dinner. I should make dinner." This was absolutely peak Matt having no clue what to do, so he was going to cook. He was going to do something. Matt slid out of bed and steadied himself on the bed with one hand. He counted until his blood pressure evened out and he wouldn't faint. "It's the least I can do for Claire. And you. I should check in with the others, too."

There was a sound in the other room. A warm greeting. Matt shuffled to the door, but there was a knock before he reached it and Claire opened it. Clint was standing beside him. He was dressed down for now, but there was a bag with him. Minor scuffles, signs that he had indeed fought some on his way there, but nothing that looked alarming. "Murdock. You look like shit." His gaze moved past Matt and he moved to Kate without preamble. "What happened?"