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[usingthelaw]

[ Somehow or another they managed to win against Fisk and the man being behind bars made him sigh in relief. Sort of. Things were far from over and they were all dealing with secrets and nightmares. Speaking of which, Foggy knocked on Caleb's door, trying to balance all the take out in his hands from crashing to the ground. ]

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[ Caleb was still reeling from all that he had been through in the past few months but seeing Fisk behind bars, knowing they all helped to put him there, had made it worth it. Or so he told himself. He hoped one day, he would believe it. Having friends like Foggy and Matt in his life could only help in that, right?

It's only a moment before he's rushing to answer the door and catching one of the boxes before he could even get out a "hello". Breathing out a laugh to the other man, he ushers him on with his free hand. ]

Eat and be merry.

[ Adding, ]

And drink. Lots of drinking.

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[ Letting out his own laugh, he shuffled over to the counter to put the rest of the bags down before he dropped them and made a mess. His eyes drifted over towards Caleb and he couldn't keep the concern away from his face even if he wanted to try to. Things were uncertain for them all despite the victory and there were secrets resting between them all. Eventually it would explode everywhere and who knew what would happen in the aftermath. Matt really needed to get a hold on things sooner rather than later. ]

Looks like you've already indulged the drinking merry part.

[ To give himself something to do, he started unloading the contents, moving around the kitchen for plates and cups. ] I don't know about you but I could sleep for a week. If I felt like I'd be safe.

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[ He's still having his own nightmares about Fisk finding him, knowing what he did to his little henchman. He runs a hand through his hair before both hands are on his hips. ]

I know you're not judging me, Foggy Nelson.

[ He gestures to the fridge. ]

It might actually help you with that sleep. You look like you need it.

[ Pot meet kettle. ]

[usingthelaw]

[ Looking up from his self appointed task, a grin stretched across his face. It nearly felt out of place with how pressured things were lately plus all the secrets. Oh how Foggy loathed having to keep secrets even more so from Caleb. They really bonded practically from the beginning and it filled with guilt. ]

I'm only judging you didn't wait for me and -- wait are you saying I look terrible? Blow to the ego. How will I recover from this?

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[ Caleb actually grins wide at that, the amusement actually helping lift some of the weight of his own secrets. If only for the moment. ]

Oh, please. It'll take way more than that to knock you down, Counselor Nelson.

[ He slowly walks over, taking intentionally dramatic steps, ]

The man who helped take down Wilson fucking Fisk!

[ He slams a hand on the counter before pointing at his friend, ]

You're a force to be reckoned with. Just accept it.

[usingthelaw]

[ A force to be reckoned with? Not really something he heard too often or at all, actually. There were a lot of other things he heard instead but tried to not linger too long on. ]

You were a really big part in helping there with that. Don't forget that.

[ He reached out a hand to squeeze Caleb's arm. ] Now, let's get to drinking our troubles out into the open. What happens in this room stays in this room. Our current pact.