"Holy hell I totally regret my life." Foggy groaned, rearranging his stack of boxes for the fifth time since they'd piled into the elevator.

"I offered to help you carry those." Matt was referring to the heavy arrangement of presents balanced somewhat precariously in Foggy's grasp, not to mention the suitcase and laundry bags slung over one shoulder.

"And I told you that you get to be on door duty. Apartment and bedroom."

"Alright." Matt responded somewhat doubtfully.

The elevator door chimed, announcing their arrival on the third floor. Matt exited quickly, carefully following the path he'd walked numerous times, pulling out his keys as he went.

The door lock had taken a little finagling when they'd first moved in but Matt had grown accustomed to it soon enough. Foggy was still convinced the thing didn't quite function properly but Matt turned down all his offers to call and have it replaced.

Once inside Matt glided through their living space with ease and propped open the door to Foggy's room, making sure to stop in the corner where he'd be out of the way.

"Matt, Matt!" Foggy gasped from the doorway, stumbling into his bedroom.

At first Matt assumed the boxes were toppling over and he in the process of wondering just what exactly he was supposed to do about that when Foggy cried out clarification.

"Light Matt!"

Matt's shoulders fell as he groped for the light switch he'd used less than five times for the entirety of the year they'd been living there. He was finally able to find it and cringed slightly when he heard Foggy's sigh of relief.

Matt hadn't even considered how dark it would be; it was well after 9pm so the sun had long since set and Foggy's room was around a corner so light from the hallway wouldn't be any help.

Foggy dropped his heavy burden as gently as he could manage at the foot of his bed. Wiping his hands in satisfaction he turned back around, content smile immediately falling as he took in Matt's apologetic expression. "Hey, what's with the face?"

"The light, I'm sorry I didn't think to grab it sooner."

"Are you serious?" Foggy scoffed, causing Matt to snap a confused expression in his direction. "How many times have I nodded when talking to you? Or attempted to pass you something without saying anything?"

Matt paused in contemplation before shrugging with a chuckle, "An ample sum I'm sure."

"Exactly! I can't be upset with you for forgetting something you never have a reason to use, so there's no need for you to apologize for it."

"Alright." Matt nodded in agreement, feeling much better after hearing Foggy's statement even though he'd known it was irrational to believe his friend would be mad.

"Now what do ya say we watch something to unwind and then hit the hey? Those classes are going to arrive far too early for my liking."

"I think that sounds like a wonderful idea, and you don't have class till noon."

"Yeah, and I've grown accustomed to sleeping in till at least two."

Matt simply chuckled again, shaking his head as he turned to leave the room, reaching up and flawlessly hitting the light switch when he shuffled by.

"Hey!" Foggy shouted. "I can't see!"

"Really?" Matt gasped dramatically, "Me neither!"

Foggy sighed heavily, dropping his head in shame. "I walked right into that one."

"You totally did!" Matt laughed in reply.

"Shut up!" Foggy cried indignantly before joining Matt on the couch and flipping on the TV.

A/N: So, there's so many times that Foggy forgets about Matt and Matt's needs as a blind person. I've certainly used it before. But I just wanted to show the other side of the coin, cause let's be real here, Matt wouldn't think about turning the light on in a dark bedroom.