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It was reaching a point where Matt didn't know if he could feel anything any longer. The constant battering was overwhelming, wringing him out from the inside. He'd insisted in going back to his apartment. Maybe if he'd moved quicker, they wouldn't have been there to bomb. He'd lost everything in his apartment, but he cared more if his neighbors got hurt just because they lived next to him. Guilt and worry already laid heavy on him for his choices that night, a crushing weight he had to carry to keep moving forward.

After a moment's hesitation he leaned in for the hug, moving slowly as pain coursed through his upper torso. He held Kate and Lucky for a moment, letting the warmth seep in before reluctantly pulling back. He finished stitching up her head wound then set to patching up what he could with whatever was wrong with her leg. "I'm pretty useless in looking at files, so. I can go check on Alice and the others while you two get a head start on the files. I'll meet you there as soon as I can."

He knew he had to talk to Karen, a real talk, eventually. Plus he didn't like the thought of leaving both of them alone for long with Kate injured and Frank going off on his solo mission literally nobody but himself assigned to him. Not that Matt was annoyed or anything. Not that perhaps in this respect, Frank was too much like Matt for Matt's taste.

Behind them Frank had started the coffee, coming over to hand Kate a cup. "You can take it black or not at all, Red. Up to you."

"All or nothing, I'm so surprised, Frank," Matt muttered, then sighed. "Yeah. Black is fine. I can smell the motor oil from here that's passing for the coffee, but it's better than nothing."

"It's coffee, it shouldn't cost nineteen dollars so someone can fart cinnamon into it or whatever the hell you order," Frank retorted, going to get them both a cup now.

Matt sighed as he worked on Kate's leg. "Yeah. Should have warned you that he's a charmer."