Matt was grateful that Karen hugged him first, he wasn't sure he had it in himself to be the one to break first when his grip on his emotions felt so tenuous at the moment. But she had, leaning toward him and wrapping her arms around him as she squeezed him tightly and he held on to her too, a reminder that she was real and solid and whole and despite everything she was here. And that more than anything was what mattered. So many people were gone now, he'd lost too many - but Karen was here, and Foggy too and even Elektra and everything else, everything else could hold for now.
He nodded when she pulled back, not sure what he needed if he was being honest, how did he move on from all of this? How did he make peace with it? What felt like a whole life had been lived between what he remembered and what Karen told him and Matt didn't remember any of it.
"Do you know if ah- if Foggy knows all of that too?" He asked, needing to know if he was the only one who seemed to have missed out on months of his life or if maybe they all came from varied points along the same time line.