Matt tenses. He shouldn't tense, not with Tim trying to soothe him, but that touch on his wrist is patronizing. Just doing nothing but comforting him--it's sympathy. Empathy. Matt is too angry to realize it's the exact opposite for a few seconds, but he relaxes. Sighs heavily and taps his cane as he and Tim make their way down the courthouse steps and to the exit.

They're going to lose him. An innocent man is going to prison for 10 years because Wilson Fisk is the Kingpin of the underground and knows how to threaten people. Matt shakes his head.

He should have tried harder. That's his reasoning. Should have realized the jury was hung the moment he stepped in. What would Stick say? Asides from talking about his war and soldiers, what would Stick do?

...nothing. Stick wouldn't be in this position. Stick is a fucking asshole that left him like his father did but far less noble. Stick left like Tim, too, would eventually leave if he were ever to voice these opinions. To voice his problems.

He'll fight harder. He'll train better. Those are his options. His only options.

He lets in a sharp intake of breath, hesitating before he actually speaks.

"I don't suppose you could make those drinks happen sooner, rather than later?"