Matt Murdock is a 'whatever it takes' fellow. If he is compelled to sing and dance, he simply must.

Once they're together, home and comfortable he is usually on the mend. Even with his very odd ailment. He'd have to be on his deathbed or very under the weather to not be more active and responsive to her. "I knew you'd see it my way." Though it sounds like they're talking about more than precious gems.

His stomach growls. Maybe she can hear it. Every time he feels like she can, this time he's sure of it. It also makes his undressing much slower with that dizziness. Her support is very, very helpful. She gets her own murmured thanks, pets and kisses. "Thank you, sweetheart. I'd be really in trouble with out you." Trying to get Foggy to Nexus intentionally and to get him to safety. Foggy is a dear friend who he loves so very much. His brand of care just can't compare to Verity's. Now seated and smelling the hot tea and feeling the vapor in his face it's settling. The record plays on, the tunes playful and clever.

Thank God for Verity Willis. Matt blinks and finds his eyes are going to water over again. What.