He and Elektra could move like they shared a single pulse. Cynically, he could say it was because they were trained by the same asshole who had forced them to a collision course with each other in some pathetic attempt to win Matt back to a war he wanted nothing to do with but it had felt like more than that. Especially in the end.

He faintly smiles in response and sets his empty mug aside to go back to resting on the couch. Even going so far as to pull the plush throw blanket off the back of it to wrap around himself while his head settles into a throb instead of a spin. "Yeah. They brought her back from the dead. It's a...long story. She wasn't her at first. But she remembered me. Remembered that I loved her in the end. That's the part that matters." Easy to say when he's just handwaving her return from the dead. "Mourning her twice--that's a bitch."