The moment he touched him the man shot up and caught both his arms. Foggy screamed.

"Don't kill me!"

Nobody moved to kill anyone. The other man looked just as scared. Disoriented, too.

"What?" he pushed out.

Right. Well, they were equally informed at least.

Foggy wasn't so sure it was a good thing this once. Someone had to gather their shit together and see this situation through. Foggy would be grateful if the other man was better equipped for that than Foggy himself. But, no. That would just be too easy.

Foggy took a breath.

The man jerked. He tensed all over, ready for a jump. Foggy blinked. "Uh, h-hi?"

This wasn't going the way it should. The man looked all wired up for a fight - still holding his arms, and boy, that was one strong grip - and since Foggy wasn't attacking, he seemed clueless as to what to do next. Well, great, Foggy knew the feeling.

"L-look, ah... it seems like you might need some help?"

"No hospitals." It was an automatic response, and Foggy felt a little sick. The man frowned. "Who are you?"

Right. Maybe he should have led with that. "Foggy Nelson," he said with as much flourish as he could muster. "You?"

The man didn't seem convinced. "Matt," he croaked warily.

He did let go of his arms, though. (Oh. Welcome back, circulation. We missed you.)

"Great. Nice to meet you, Matt."