Matt's desk might be a sea of paperwork, but it's an organized chaos and he knows exactly where everything is and where it all goes. He sorts through it efficiently, putting things away, stocking files in neat piles for later and setting everything to rights for when he returns.
He scribbles something on a post-it and sticks it to the top of a stack of folders then bangs them on the desk to line them up and holds them out towards her. "Can you put these back on Foggy's desk?"
The note on top reads 'Back Atcha'. The files are a small stack that have bounced back and forth between the two for awhile in a case of 'Not it!' or hot potato.
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He scribbles something on a post-it and sticks it to the top of a stack of folders then bangs them on the desk to line them up and holds them out towards her. "Can you put these back on Foggy's desk?"
The note on top reads 'Back Atcha'. The files are a small stack that have bounced back and forth between the two for awhile in a case of 'Not it!' or hot potato.
Sometimes the ten year old isn't on the inside.