Kirsten is worried again, because of course she is. He's fine, he tells her. Just needs a day to get over a head cold. It's...not a great lie. Most of his aren't. He doesn't think that much of the night before reads on his face because it doesn't feel too tender anywhere, even where he has a cut on the inside of his mouth, but he might need to ask Frank about that later. He finishes the call and comes back out to the kitchen.

"Called in sick to work," he explains, giving his phone a shake in his hand before setting it down. "When it was me and Foggy, at least I didn't have to come up with a creative lie after he found out." He doesn't have that relationship with Kirsten yet. He doubts he ever will. "Anything else come across the news?" he asks. He wasn't listening to anything except the worry in his partner's voice.