"I've always wondered how many people deal with that," he states, and there's a note of truth. He can't pretend to know that Tim's been through, can't even imagine. He knows it's hell and he knows he can't really do anything to assuage anything. Any guilt, anything like that.

He's not in a foxhole anymore.

Matt takes a few moments to sip at his wine, and wonders if he should keep these thoughts to himself. Wonders if, maybe, he shouldn't ruin anything because this is good. He was just fantasizing about all of this being casual and low-key.

Instead, Matt Murdock ruins it by letting himself say it:

"Is that why you drink?"