asleep on the floor (breathing erratically)

This experimental piece o' shit, courtesy of Sir Henry Bessemer, had a stabilized cabin meant to combat seasickness. Unfortunately, due to the kinetic consequences of building a ship like that, it also combatted seaworthiness, and the instant this thing touched water it enthusiastically slammed itself into the pier with all the grace of a twelfth round boxer.

Not to be deterred, Bessemer repaired the ship, hired a veteran sea captain, slapped the stern and sent her out for a second go. The ship then proceeded to crash into the Same Fucking Pier even harder, demolishing it.

The SS Bessemer, her bloodlust satiated, retired from the cruise ship life and settled down in Swanley, where she became a billiard room, and then a lecture hall, and then rubble, due to an encounter with bombs.

APRIL 1805

NAPOLEON IS MASTER OF EUROPE

ONLY THE BRITISH FLEET STANDS BEFORE HIM

So often it's handled as a quick thing - a shock either quickly overcome or dramatically reacted to (I'm gonna run off and become a supervillain to spite you!) or confirmation of something long suspected.

With this it's just so messy and raw and tangled and complicated. Foggy's friendship with Matt is one he's built his business on, and in which his identity and history is intimately entangled. He's watching one of the core pillars of his life crumble and he's left crawling among the wreckage, being forced to reexamine each and every individual brick to see if it's something he can rebuild with.

And Matt is so blinkered in that moment he just... Doesn't get it. He's in physical and emotional pain and he's terrified of losing his friend but he also fundamentally doesn't understand why this is so seismic. He thinks Foggy can simply... Let it not be.