[ Matt meanwhile is used to drinking with Foggy, who's a lightweight, though he's definitely letting himself relax a little more than he might otherwise. For all that he isn't sure he trusts Murdock, he doesn't think he's in any danger with what is essentially another version of himself. What a dummy. ]

I can read.

[ He huffs a little bit, like "of course." He's offended Murdock even has to ask. But then he raises a hand and waves his fingers a bit. ]

That's what these are for.

[ What are hands for, but reading? Though obviously Matt doesn't only mean braille. Those super senses make a whole lot of things possible. ]

Cool. [ He does smirk. There's a vindictiveness to making them obnoxious and reflective that Matt wouldn't indulge in, but he can't say he doesn't get where that desire comes from. ] Mine are dark, dark red. And round, I went with something classic. Sometimes people think I'm just pretentious, but they shut up pretty quick when they see the cane.