The old gym is a bundle of emotional repression and intimacy for Matt. He trains there, he remembers his dad there, and he's usually alone for both. He likes it that way. After the first time Foggy approaches him there, though, it becomes more of a regular thing to have company.

Okay but real talk, I just have a fierce need for Matt all tangled up in the boxing ring ropes, clinging for dear life as he's fucked past the point of being able to stand without them, or maybe even in the ring on his hands and knees doing the same, anything. Still wearing the tape on his hands, all sweaty and bruised up. Making new memories, letting Foggy have a piece of him no one else gets to see.