It's a good point. Matt sighs, and it's the universal sigh of someone who knows he's wrong but hates that the other person is right.

"Fine," He says quietly. "But at least, after this, use my bed. You're exhausted, and it's not healthy."

Hypocrite. Matt let's his hand drop, and he leans closer.

"I had him," He says suddenly. "I almost had Fisk."