(I'm bored on the bus and this scene came to mind, but we can totally scrap it!)


"Matt!"

He doesn't stop; he can't.

"Matt, buddy, come on——" Foggy is relentless.

"Don't do this," Matt tells him tiredly. He keeps his face down, gaze (hopefully) on the floor—he misses his glasses. "I can't—" He breathes. "It’s not like before." He carefully avoids saying Foggy, but he can’t bring himself to call him sir, either.

"It doesn't have to change, Matt—"

"It already has." Matt keeps going, ignoring every instinct that tells him to stay there. Slaves don't have friends.

Sooner or later, Foggy would have left him anyway.