It was just as well that Kate left to go change in the bathroom, as it wasn't the most dignified on Matt's end when he tried to change primarily without having to get back on his feet. There was a good amount of grunting and squirming as he tried to undo his suit and slide off the top portion. The outer portion of his suit had helped a little in protecting him from getting wet, his undershirt only damp rather than soaking wet. Still, he shrugged out of it, wincing at the pain caused by new bruises, before pulling on the large sweater that Melvin had given him.

The pants were more of a struggle. Matt had to slowly get to his feet, one hand on the wall to combat the wave of dizziness he felt. It was a slightly comical image, if not for the context, of him leaning against the wall and trying to remove his pants and shorts and put on the dry ones Melvin had offered. The floor felt a little dusty beneath his bare feet, so maybe it was a small blessing he couldn't sense more. Unable to find a chair to hang the clothing on, he just tried to spread it out on the floor to dry.

"He is a good guy. Just loyal to one person above all else, and Fisk used that to bite him in the ass. Fisk threatened his girl if he didn't help set me up with the FBI. In the end, they took him down, instead." A beat. "If I'd tried to step in at that point, I'd have been caught, too. And as much as I hated to see it, he did collude with Fisk in an attempt to harm others." The motive might have been love, but it was still illegal and wrong.