“You’ve ensured his tolerance level for nonsense is pretty high,” Karen reminds him with a grin. Mostly what she gets from Foggy are treaties to be careful when she’s haring off after her latest story. Which is fair. She knows she throws herself in headfirst. It’s why she’s hear.

She climbs off of Matt as he sits up, watching with a fond look as he ruffles his hair up. It makes him look a little bit like a cockatoo. Part of her is tempted to smooth it down for him, but she’s not entirely sure what to do with that impulse other than sit on it.

There’s a thoughtful moment of silence as she looks across the mat at him, shifting so she’s sitting with her legs stretched out in front of her. She appreciates him taking the time to help her, show her the moves one at a time. She is absolutely not in a rush. But sometimes she wonders if he realizes she’s not as breakable as he might think. “Well, you’re definitely the most polite person I’ve ever knocked to the floor,” she says.