Oh here it is. The beginning of the conversation. I think. I hope. Man I hope it's what you wanted. Also usually I have the other side of phone calls in italics for ease of reading but well, that's already taken. So Karen's side of the call is underlined as well.
Foggy's still floating high on Matt's amusement at his narrations of the scenery of their drive - ones that Matt could see contrasted with the reality of what he was seeing - when they bumble their way into Matt's apartment. He's throws himself onto Matt's couch, sure this might be the best place for a discussion. He hisses as Matt turns on the lights, the subtle change still enough to be annoying.
It's then he realises he has his eyes closed.
What the hell? He reviews the last few moments; he can see the clear path. Only... Memorycouch/nonewnoisesscents/pathclear/Foggymovingnearcouch Oh huh. That was weird.
You did it so fast too. Instantaccessnohesitation Another side effect?
Something a touch minor compared to vision Mattcanseeliartruenottrue though.
Matt finally makes his way from the doorway, flicking the lights off as he goes. Might as well save electricity; it's becoming very clear exactly how much they're going to share now.
Foggy still can't find any regret in himself.
He shuffles over so Matt can sit beside him. Beer?
No thanks. Foggy cringes as his movement causes his phone to tap his side and he remembers get Karen's call and promising Karenworrywillcallabrupthangup to call her back as soon as he knew what was happening with Matt. He turns his phone on.
There's a moment just after the phone finally loads that gives Foggy enough time to see the twenty three missed calls and over a hundred messages guiltworryohshit before his phone is ringing.
'FOGGY! I thought- I didn't know- What's happening? You said Matt was hit by some... some thing and you were getting help but it's been hours Foggy! Where are you? What's happened? How's Matt?'
Karen/friend/secrethider. What the hell did you tell her?
A lot more than I meant to panickedworried - Foggy's memory of answering the phone automatically while watching over Matt flashes between them - apparently. 'We're ah. At Matt's?'
'I'm coming over. Right now. I'll be there as soon-'
'NO!' Panic 'Karen, please no. Not now.'
Her voice instantly goes cold. 'Why not?'
Foggy sighs. Tell her enough hatelyinghurtssomuch but not everything. That's an in person conversation.
If you say so hatelyingwhymustIlie buddy. 'It's. Ah. Complicated. But what happened tonight... there were side effects. Matt and I... we need tonight Karen. To adjust. I promise I'll explain everything tomorrow but please, give us tonight.'
'It's nearly 5am Foggy.'
It is? Shit. Amusement/dawn?/obvious.Shutup/bestfriendwhy/annoyance. 'Today then. Give us today. Take the day off and tomorrow, I'll explain. We'll explain.' We'll explain. Oweher/truth/liar/betrayal/Karentruth
Fear/guilt/oweher/fearfearfear/danger/hurt/fear. Matt buries his head in his hands and Foggy reluctantly focuses his attention on the phone call. Soon damn it.
'Okay. Okay. I trust you Foggy. Please though... Is Matt really okay?
'I'm better than I was earlier, thanks to Foggy.' Matt pitches his voice so Karen can hear - her sigh of relief isn't audible to Foggy but Matt passes it along.
'Oh thank God. Okay. Tomorrow.'
She hangs up before Foggy can and Foggy just drops his phone onto the couch beside him. 'Urgh. Why did I call her?'
No idea.
'You're not going to talk aloud then buddy?' Curiousity/fear/suspsion You've accepted this weirdscaryMatt thing fast.
Not the first painoverload/whatshappeningtome/knowtoomuch/hurts time for me.
Pity/guilt/mistake. I forgot.
'We need a beer.' Matt rises and heads for the fridge before Foggy can muster any sort of reply.
'You really think alcohol will help this?' Resignment. No. Might help you relax Foggyfriendlyallovermehappy though.
'Yeah and give me stupid ideas. Li-'
'-ke the puzzle?' Cardboardedges/worldspinning/funjoyhappinessFoggy Okay, Matt really seemed to like these memories of drunk Foggy...
Darkness/laughter/whatthehell. 'Oh man, I'd forgotten that. What where we-'
Foggy doesn't need to complete the thought, let alone the sentence, for Matt to get it. 'We weren't. And we did manage it-'
'-eventually.' The memory of the completed puzzle, done upside down by two blind - one using a blindfold admittedly - law students brought a sense of achievement and annoyance to Foggy.
You never said it was the wrong way up. Why lie?
It didn't seem happyMattgreatsmile to matter.
Matt puts the beer back into the fridge and takes a seat in the chair across from Foggy with a sigh. 'We should. Talk.'
'Yeah.'
********
It's tempting to stay in the happy memories of law school. With this taste of one, Matt's so tempted to just encourage Foggy to relive some of the best memories of his life and ignore everything. It would be so much easier.
But it's not what Foggy wants. And Matt's done too much to him already to not give him what he wants right now.
Disbelief/confusion/guiltanger/MattMattMatt. Matt frowns at his friend, trying to comprehend the emotions/images/sensations he's getting. 'Foggy?'
'You're guilty for this.'
Myfault. 'If I had-'
Foggy does... does something and suddenly Matt feels like he's drowning in... in relief? No. Reassurance. You lied liarbetrayal and kept me in the dark - protectFoggysafecanhandleit - and that wasn't good. But you are not responsible for the actions of others. Noregret.
'But-' Matt's still trying to pick through the reassurance. How can Foggy be so forgiving? After everything? The memory of him leaving - painlossdeservethis/heartbeatfading flashes through his mind.
Oh man. Foggy bites his lip - Matt feels the motion and can taste/smell the blood when he breaks skin - and throws a memory at him. Betrayal/heartbreak/liar/liar/liar The dark haired man - Matt - looking half dead protecthelpliarlovehatewhy and tears stopcontinuemakehimhurtlikeheshurtingme on his cheeks and the need to just leave whatdolovehatelovelovelovefriend because if he stayed, he'd never leave spacetimemaybeliarbetrayalwhatwasreal.
Without thinking Matt throws his memory of that moment back at Foggy. PainfearneedFoggy Of the heartbeat that constantly beat too fast; the taste of tears Dadloveleftpleasestay; the acceptance Foggy was going Stickeveryoneleavesthoughtyoumightstay with the knowledge he was safernotformedontdeserveyoumonsterdevildevildevil better off and the realisation even if he could, Matt couldn't - wouldn't - make him stay betterwithoutmedeservebetterdevildevildevil.
Foggy throws his arms around Matt before the last of the memory has faded. 'Oh God.' Friendlovefriendlovedeservedeservefriendminelovewontleave
'I lied to you.' Why?
'And I'm still angry about that.' Matt. Because you're Matt. Dork/goodman/caring/mine 'But angry doesn't mean we're over.'
'But why would you stay?'
'How could I leave?' For better or worse. Partners/friends/mine
Matt tries to shake off the hug but Foggy tightens his arms. 'You're betrayed.' He throws every single emotion Foggy's felt about that back on him.
Foggy throws back a wave of FriendmineloveBESTFRIEND so thick Matt chokes. 'And we'll move forward. With honesty. And communication. All those cool things we really suck at.'
Fill: Clear and Honest Communication 4/?
Foggy's still floating high on Matt's amusement at his narrations of the scenery of their drive - ones that Matt could see contrasted with the reality of what he was seeing - when they bumble their way into Matt's apartment. He's throws himself onto Matt's couch, sure this might be the best place for a discussion. He hisses as Matt turns on the lights, the subtle change still enough to be annoying.
It's then he realises he has his eyes closed.
What the hell? He reviews the last few moments; he can see the clear path. Only... Memorycouch/nonewnoisesscents/pathclear/Foggymovingnearcouch Oh huh. That was weird.
You did it so fast too. Instantaccessnohesitation Another side effect?
Something a touch minor compared to vision Mattcanseeliartruenottrue though.
Matt finally makes his way from the doorway, flicking the lights off as he goes. Might as well save electricity; it's becoming very clear exactly how much they're going to share now.
Foggy still can't find any regret in himself.
He shuffles over so Matt can sit beside him. Beer?
No thanks. Foggy cringes as his movement causes his phone to tap his side and he remembers get Karen's call and promising Karenworrywillcallabrupthangup to call her back as soon as he knew what was happening with Matt. He turns his phone on.
There's a moment just after the phone finally loads that gives Foggy enough time to see the twenty three missed calls and over a hundred messages guiltworryohshit before his phone is ringing.
'FOGGY! I thought- I didn't know- What's happening? You said Matt was hit by some... some thing and you were getting help but it's been hours Foggy! Where are you? What's happened? How's Matt?'
Karen/friend/secrethider. What the hell did you tell her?
A lot more than I meant to panickedworried - Foggy's memory of answering the phone automatically while watching over Matt flashes between them - apparently. 'We're ah. At Matt's?'
'I'm coming over. Right now. I'll be there as soon-'
'NO!' Panic 'Karen, please no. Not now.'
Her voice instantly goes cold. 'Why not?'
Foggy sighs. Tell her enough hatelyinghurtssomuch but not everything. That's an in person conversation.
If you say so hatelyingwhymustIlie buddy. 'It's. Ah. Complicated. But what happened tonight... there were side effects. Matt and I... we need tonight Karen. To adjust. I promise I'll explain everything tomorrow but please, give us tonight.'
'It's nearly 5am Foggy.'
It is? Shit. Amusement/dawn?/obvious. Shutup/bestfriendwhy/annoyance. 'Today then. Give us today. Take the day off and tomorrow, I'll explain. We'll explain.' We'll explain. Oweher/truth/liar/betrayal/Karentruth
Fear/guilt/oweher/fearfearfear/danger/hurt/fear. Matt buries his head in his hands and Foggy reluctantly focuses his attention on the phone call. Soon damn it.
'Okay. Okay. I trust you Foggy. Please though... Is Matt really okay?
'I'm better than I was earlier, thanks to Foggy.' Matt pitches his voice so Karen can hear - her sigh of relief isn't audible to Foggy but Matt passes it along.
'Oh thank God. Okay. Tomorrow.'
She hangs up before Foggy can and Foggy just drops his phone onto the couch beside him. 'Urgh. Why did I call her?'
No idea.
'You're not going to talk aloud then buddy?' Curiousity/fear/suspsion You've accepted this weirdscaryMatt thing fast.
Not the first painoverload/whatshappeningtome/knowtoomuch/hurts time for me.
Pity/guilt/mistake. I forgot.
'We need a beer.' Matt rises and heads for the fridge before Foggy can muster any sort of reply.
'You really think alcohol will help this?' Resignment. No. Might help you relax Foggyfriendlyallovermehappy though.
'Yeah and give me stupid ideas. Li-'
'-ke the puzzle?' Cardboardedges/worldspinning/funjoyhappinessFoggy Okay, Matt really seemed to like these memories of drunk Foggy...
Darkness/laughter/whatthehell. 'Oh man, I'd forgotten that. What where we-'
Foggy doesn't need to complete the thought, let alone the sentence, for Matt to get it. 'We weren't. And we did manage it-'
'-eventually.' The memory of the completed puzzle, done upside down by two blind - one using a blindfold admittedly - law students brought a sense of achievement and annoyance to Foggy.
You never said it was the wrong way up. Why lie?
It didn't seem happyMattgreatsmile to matter.
Matt puts the beer back into the fridge and takes a seat in the chair across from Foggy with a sigh. 'We should. Talk.'
'Yeah.'
********
It's tempting to stay in the happy memories of law school. With this taste of one, Matt's so tempted to just encourage Foggy to relive some of the best memories of his life and ignore everything. It would be so much easier.
But it's not what Foggy wants. And Matt's done too much to him already to not give him what he wants right now.
Disbelief/confusion/guiltanger/MattMattMatt. Matt frowns at his friend, trying to comprehend the emotions/images/sensations he's getting. 'Foggy?'
'You're guilty for this.'
Myfault. 'If I had-'
Foggy does... does something and suddenly Matt feels like he's drowning in... in relief? No. Reassurance. You lied liarbetrayal and kept me in the dark - protectFoggysafecanhandleit - and that wasn't good. But you are not responsible for the actions of others. Noregret.
'But-' Matt's still trying to pick through the reassurance. How can Foggy be so forgiving? After everything? The memory of him leaving - painlossdeservethis/heartbeatfading flashes through his mind.
Oh man. Foggy bites his lip - Matt feels the motion and can taste/smell the blood when he breaks skin - and throws a memory at him. Betrayal/heartbreak/liar/liar/liar The dark haired man - Matt - looking half dead protecthelpliarlovehatewhy and tears stopcontinuemakehimhurtlikeheshurtingme on his cheeks and the need to just leave whatdolovehatelovelovelovefriend because if he stayed, he'd never leave spacetimemaybeliarbetrayalwhatwasreal.
Without thinking Matt throws his memory of that moment back at Foggy. PainfearneedFoggy Of the heartbeat that constantly beat too fast; the taste of tears Dadloveleftpleasestay; the acceptance Foggy was going Stickeveryoneleavesthoughtyoumightstay with the knowledge he was safernotformedontdeserveyoumonsterdevildevildevil better off and the realisation even if he could, Matt couldn't - wouldn't - make him stay betterwithoutmedeservebetterdevildevildevil.
Foggy throws his arms around Matt before the last of the memory has faded. 'Oh God.' Friendlovefriendlovedeservedeservefriendminelovewontleave
'I lied to you.' Why?
'And I'm still angry about that.' Matt. Because you're Matt. Dork/goodman/caring/mine 'But angry doesn't mean we're over.'
'But why would you stay?'
'How could I leave?' For better or worse. Partners/friends/mine
Matt tries to shake off the hug but Foggy tightens his arms. 'You're betrayed.' He throws every single emotion Foggy's felt about that back on him.
Foggy throws back a wave of FriendmineloveBESTFRIEND so thick Matt chokes. 'And we'll move forward. With honesty. And communication. All those cool things we really suck at.'
Amusement.
Yeah. Amusement.