Matt huffed softly and nodded, he had been late. "I could have gotten the timing better." He agreed as she sat down listening to the hitch of her breath, the smell of blood on her still, the garage - there was no doubt she was from that night, just like she'd said. And now she was here, right on the tail end of that night and Matt ached for her, to try and make this better the same way he had that night, but maybe even more so now, knowing how much more he'd fuck up in the future. Knowing that like Karen and Foggy and Elektra, he'd let Claire down too.
But his own complicated feelings weren't important then, not when Claire shifted, her breath catching before she was crying, not just the quiet stoic tears of someone who was trying to hold it together, but the kind of sobbing that came when all that grew to be too much and he moved then, to her as he crouched down in front of her, one hand on her knee the other reaching for her shoulder. "Hey," He said gently, "Hey, you're safe. This place is -" Well Matt didn't really have words for what this place was, but they were okay for the time being. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you." He said instead. "I've got you." He promised.