You know, I've never asked him. But, if I recall correctly, his unauthorized biographies said something about him getting the name while working at SHIELD.

You're representing an asshole right now? [God, he really had so much on his plate lately.] No, but a big name brings attention and if the firm becomes popular that might help with the loan? [She waited.] I don't know, Matt. That's my guess. I've never had to ask for a loan myself.

Hey, you said something about representing lawyers that also run over rooftops! I thought you were now going after a very specific demographic of clients now.

... Now you're making me feel like I don't know my partner at all.

Matt, you're not being grumpy. You are putting up with the giant shitshow that New York is right now. Cutt yourself some slack.

Hmmm... Daredevil needs his sensible shoes.

Yeah, no, I don't wanna associate those two things together, options off or whatever.

Okay, that's a good point. But can you at least pretend that you're trying?

[Even though she can tell he is self-conscious about how he sometimes starts babbling away, Kate enjoys it every time.] Hey, no. I totally feel you. And don't stop on my account, I love your ranting.

Let me guess, you guys got perfect scores? After all, you had the healthiest marriage I've ever heard of. [Bromance goals.]

Will you pretend for me, too?

Of course. I like it when you get all passionate and shit, it's pretty fascinating to hear you. Unless you're bullying me, obviously.

Noooo. She did? [Damn, that must have been a tough one. Even if Marci sure knew from the very beginning that she had a tough opponent. Kate wondered how the woman was doing these days. The blonde had a great sense of humor and she and Foggy had been a great couple.] Did Foggy sleep on your couch that night? Or were you a good husband and you gave him the bed?

Guess we have a pretend deal here then, sir.

Okay, okay. [She knew that she ought to take this seriously. Kate had learned not to take things lightly when something really mattered to Matt.] You know I'd never really think that you're capable of bullying anyone, right? [Hell, sometimes she can't help herself.] Maybe you would have been tempted if you had seen Kingpin with that hawaiian t-shirt. But no, I know you're not capable, Matt.

Did you guys win a case? Or was the compatibility test that exciting?

Virtual shake on it, pal.

The night I met him. I might have had a concussion and maybe memory might trick me. But this is a thing I will never forget. Fisk dressing in a white suit, but wearing a red hawaiian, floral shirt under his jacket. I shit you not.

I don't think that's sad. It's kind of the opposite. I mean, the greatest memories are not attached to special dates. But a good time with you and your friends was like, a regular Tuesday or whatever.

I better be there to see his reaction, Matt. Besides, someone needs to describe it to you!

And you really nailed it when it comes to having amazing friends.

Hey, I'm gonna stick close just to hear that tonight. And, you know, maybe help you if things get dirty or whatever. Use those heels as the mortal weapon they were designed to be.

Well, you know yourself. You're a pretty big friend of mine now.

Should we go in with a strategy? I know we both think on our feet, but... Vanessa is his weak spot, isn't she?

I would never be embarrassed of you! [She does sound worried, though. He is joking, right? Please be joking.] You're probably the most respectable friend I have, Matt. I'm just worried of scaring you off with a bunch of horny Swifties.

[The shift is too clear. Not just over how he words things, but because she recognises that tone.

Can she argue with him, though? She's just as angry as Matt. In a way, they both carry a history with Fisk.]

Wow, no pressure. I just have to keep the task force and Fisk busy. [She tried to joke.]

That's so not what that means! The audacity, Matt. Quit putting words in my mouth. [She sounded both shocked and holding back a laugh.] I mean me and my friends are such a mess while you're a respectable lawyer that wears a tie at all times and listens to jazz.

Exactly. We are a team. And if you force me to dance with that evil walrus to distract him I'm never forgiving you.

What were you like in your early twenties, Matt? [She instantly smiles at the mental image of him maybe in something less formal, acting a little goofier maybe?] Ok, once this is over? Big night out and drinks. I'm introducing you to my friends. Then we can go, totally shiftfaced, to feed the ducks in the harbor. Someone's gotta tell them that Marshall is good.

Good. Whatever happes, tell her that even you can tell that she looks tired.