He does wince a bit when he gets up and he knows that he really should be off of his foot. Still, a need for politeness prevails and he just smiles when he's chastised for it. He expects it from a doctor. "I will. I'll go back to putting it up and try to stay off of it." For how long, he's not entirely sure. As long as he can tolerate being stationary, he supposes. That doesn't really fill him with a lot of optimism. "It was nice. Any time our schedules align," he agrees. That's the hard part. Matt burns that proverbial candle at both ends and most of his nights, barring those injuries, are spent on the streets. "I will. You too."
After Michael leaves, Matt closes the door and returns to putting his foot up. Doctor's orders.
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After Michael leaves, Matt closes the door and returns to putting his foot up. Doctor's orders.