[ Matt hums. He could have said the same thing about Elektra just a year ago. He'd known her, they'd fallen into each other's orbit like binary stars, burning and breaking each other. It was a mistake, but God, what a mistake to make.

Now Elektra was dead. (Matt doesn't know the Hand can revive people.) ]

She... she showed up pretty recently for me. But it didn't last—you know how it is with her.

[ How it was. Matt takes a breath through his nose, trying to keep his thoughts away from the guilt he feels, the memories of all the things they'd done. Foggy always said Matt was like another person around her. Matt knows that's true, but he can still miss her even with all the pain she caused.

Now, here he is. All he can do is atone. But that's not why they went out drinking, is it? Matt goes for a deflection, one that steers him far away from the hand-shaped elephant in the room (that is presently obscured by Matt's manpain about Elektra.) ]

Look, I... This conversation would go a little better over a date, wouldn't it? Maybe not a good one, though. Haven't had the best track record there.