Which was good, except that Matt put his cold feet on Foggy, too.

Awww! *hugs them both* I now have this adorable mental image of Matt coming back from a long, icy night of beating up criminals, climbing into bed with Foggy, and putting his freezing feet against Foggy's legs and his cold nose against Foggy's neck.

Foggy: Ack! You have sleet in your hair. Why aren't you in bed with Milla? In your apartment.

Matt: You're warmer. And our window is frozen shut.