"It's fine," Foggy promises. "Once I told him off, he seemed to understand that you can't bully people into dating each other just because you want them to be happy. Consent and agency seems to be something he grasps surprisingly well, so long as you're explicit about it?"

He shrugs a little. "He had a bow tie. And looked like something out of the nightmares of schizophrenics. I was just too drunk to listen to my fear response. It's not your job to police him, he's his own dumpster fire."