Matt tipped his head to one side when Elektra asked him about people he'd never heard, jogging his memory to see if anything fell out before he shook his head. "No, I don't think I know either of them." He told her, and he wondered who they were to Elektra that she'd ask him about them. Who they were meant to be to him.
She'd been dead the last time he'd seen her, but something had changed, Matt didn't know what and he didn't know how - but time had passed for her beyond what he'd lived. That seemed true enough, no matter how impossible it seemed.
"Who are they?" He asked, a part of him fearing asking her almost anything, not knowing where the line was and what would be a step too far. He always felt off balance around Elektra, it had been thrilling when they'd first met, when he'd let himself be lead down a path he had never considered before only to pull himself back. And then again, she made it so easy for him, and a part of him wanted it too - to stop holding back, to give in, even a little. And now here he was confronted with her again and Matt was trying to maintain balance.