Foggy was making a point of completely absorbing himself in his phone, pretending that the argument over how many days there were in a week was the most absorbing thing on the earth. He felt Matt shift a little next to him, and gave him another little dose of affection, pleased with how the tension seemed to slowly go down in the room, and Matt hummed and asked Toffee, gently, if he had any questions, he kept inhaling a little like he wanted to ask something and then not saying anything.