A few months later, Matt set a cup of coffee down at the register, and Foggy looked up with a tired smile, taking in the lack of bruising and lacerations on Matt’s face and hands.
He’d been in far less fights since Fisk was put away. It took a heavy load off of Foggy’s shoulders, and he knew Matt felt better now that the criminal organization Fisk headed was out of commission.
Leaning against the counter, Matt announced, “I need an outfit to wear to my boyfriend’s graduation. I have it on good authority you’re the best person who can help me with that.”
Foggy snorted. “You’re a dork, Matt.” He stepped away to tell his boss that he was taking his break, and then led Matt to the staff room with Matt’s hand the crook of Foggy’s arm. “You still don’t have to bribe me, you know. I'm pretty sure the recommendation letter you wrote to Columbia went above and beyond.”
“Don’t think of it as a bribe. I remember what finals were like. You’re probably exhausted.”
“Well, you’re not wrong.” He took a sip of his coffee and let out a surprised noise. “Does this have extra espresso in it? Whew. You really do love me.”
“Yeah, I do.”
Foggy paused with his drink halfway to his mouth. “Oh.” His hair made a soft shhhing sound as his tilted his head. “I love you, too,” he said.
His heartbeat was steady and strong as a drum in Matt’s ears.
Part Eight : Matt/Foggy - Working Retail, Teenage!Foggy
He’d been in far less fights since Fisk was put away. It took a heavy load off of Foggy’s shoulders, and he knew Matt felt better now that the criminal organization Fisk headed was out of commission.
Leaning against the counter, Matt announced, “I need an outfit to wear to my boyfriend’s graduation. I have it on good authority you’re the best person who can help me with that.”
Foggy snorted. “You’re a dork, Matt.” He stepped away to tell his boss that he was taking his break, and then led Matt to the staff room with Matt’s hand the crook of Foggy’s arm. “You still don’t have to bribe me, you know. I'm pretty sure the recommendation letter you wrote to Columbia went above and beyond.”
“Don’t think of it as a bribe. I remember what finals were like. You’re probably exhausted.”
“Well, you’re not wrong.” He took a sip of his coffee and let out a surprised noise. “Does this have extra espresso in it? Whew. You really do love me.”
“Yeah, I do.”
Foggy paused with his drink halfway to his mouth. “Oh.” His hair made a soft shhhing sound as his tilted his head. “I love you, too,” he said.
His heartbeat was steady and strong as a drum in Matt’s ears.
Finis