This was supposed to be one part of part six. Instead it's the whole part so this is looking to be a part more. If that makes sense. More fic anyway. Also these characters just keep doing things and I have a plot that they just want to ignore and it's frustrating... but there is now some plot. Of sorts. A tiny bit. Blink and you'll miss it. But there.
Foggy settles into the lounge and a moment later Matt settles in beside him. Matt?
Acknowledgement?
What now? There's a vague sense of restlessness in Foggy that's making him want to pace or twitch or do something so he's moving. He can't stand being idle and useless. It's close to the worst feeling in the world.
Matt picks up on it; Foggy can feel him feeling it. Which is definitely an experience. He casts his mind around, thinking for something to do. Matt does something that basically feels like the mental equivalent of raising an eyebrow and Foggy elbows him lightly.
'Oh! I need clothes.' Both men jump when Foggy speaks aloud and he shifts to thoughts. Need clothes cleanpresentableimportant before tomorrow. Can't go to work importantmeprofessionalmeimportant in this.
Borrow some of mine smelllikeme/mine/pleasure. Foggy jolts at the thought of Matt's but before he can look into it, it's covered by another thought. There should be something that fits? Matt runs through his wardrobe in a vast collection of sensations and remembered braille that flashes by too fast for Foggy to make any sense of. Something? Uncertain.
Foggy flashes his mental image of himself to Matt and Matt sits up abruptly. Too big for your skintight stuff Matty- what?
Foggy? Matt pushes at Foggy's mind and after a moment, Foggy lets him in deeper. Then Matt's pulling up every memory Foggy has Mirror/photo/carwindow/MattandI/Me/Mirror/shave/fat/me and running through them. He focuses on Foggy's memory of a photo of the pair of them taken by Marci, the one where Matt has one arm over Foggy's shoulders and they're both laughing. Matt broke his glasses the day before so it's the only photo Foggy has of them where you can see Matt's eyes.
Us. Ususususususus. Foggy, US.
Us. He - no they, Matt's so close and all Foggy can feel/sense/be is Matt - fishes into their pocket for their photo, where Foggy keeps a digital copy of the usually framed photo. The part of them that is Matt runs a finger down Foggy's virtual before touching Matt's face.
US They think with Matt's wonder. Happyfriendsus
Slowly it dawns on the part that is Matt how close they are and he pulls back. Foggy takes his first breath that is his alone for a long moment and it feels empty... like a part of him just died. Lossconfusednolikeitasis
Agreement. But... we need a me and you. Matt is pressed to Foggy's side and he backs off, leaving that side as cold as the chill in Foggy's mind/heart/soul. But he can feel the guilt Matt's feeling IdidthisoverwhelmFoggy so he doesn't comment.
In fact... Foggy pushes forward and Matt freezes. Then he relaxes and lets Foggy in; stinking into his friend's mind. They sigh in unison at the feeling and the part that is Foggy pulls back, sure the Matt part understands it was not whelmFoggyguiltmonster but lovehugfriendMattcomfortable.
'Whoa.' Matt is breathing heavily and has shuffled back to sitting against Foggy's side. His head drops, so it's resting on Foggy's shoulder.
'Yeah.' Foggy shifts his head so it's now resting on Matt's. The closeness warms him, chasing out the chill that the mental separation leaves. 'We totally have to do that again.'
A hum of agreement. They sit in contented silence for a long moment.
Matt's phone breaks it. 'Karen. Karen. Karen.'
Shit, Karen friendwhatfrustration. Matt locates the phone in a moment and dives at it, answering it in a quick motion.
'Karen?'
'Matt! You're home, right?'
'Yes?' Foggy feels Matt extend his senses and they freeze at the scent of jasmine/whiskey/badcoffee and a faint but familiar heartbeat that's getting louder with every moment.
Karen speaking brings Matt out of his focus. 'Okay, okay. Look, I'm really sorry but I... I cannot justify this and I'm sorry but I have to see.' There's a long pause. 'I'm coming up your stairs.'
Foggy should be angry that Karen couldn't even give them the day but he knows if it had been Matt and Karen doing this... well he wouldn't have waited this long. He admires her restraint. Matt is...
Matt is resigned. How much do you want to tell her?
Me?!
Trustsuretyfriendship. I don't like lying but I think it's necessary. But I'm not going to make you do it for me. It's your choice.
Thanks Matt. So helpful.
********
Matt feels like he's just put his head up against a loaded gun and given Foggy the trigger. But somehow he's not at all concerned; he knows Foggy will make the right choice.
Too bad Foggy doesn't.
What, no Matt; we need to talk communicatechosenotfightbetrayal this out and make choices and decisions together usfriendstogetherchoose not just me deciding. Matt can feel his panic, his whatifigetitwrong/nolies/protectKaren/ohGod and instead of worrying him, he finds it reassuring. Foggy will decide the right thing.
You are the least helpful friend hateyouloveyoudamnyou and this is not helpful.
Karen knocks on the door and Foggy's panic skyrockets. Matt decides it might be best if he answered it.
'Matt?' she calls as he walks towards the door. 'I know Foggy said tomor-'
'But you couldn't wait?' He smiles as he opens the door and steps aside so Karen can pass.
But she freezes and Matt can hear how her heart rate has increased. She's angry?
Angry, angry. Foggy confirms.
'You... look okay?' While her tone is questioning, it's not mild. I think she thinks we've lied to her.
Matt shrugs and heads back towards Foggy who is still on the lounge. 'I wasn't ever in physical danger.'
'Bullshit,' Foggy snaps and Matt hears Karen's jump. She didn't think Foggy was going to be here? 'Your heart was failing-'
'WHAT?' Her footsteps sound and Matt has just enough time to brace himself before she's grabbed his shoulders and trying to turn him. Matt allows himself to be turned. 'Matt! What happened?'
Foggy sends Matt an image of himself (!) being manhandled by a tall, blonde woman. Karen?
Karen. Matt drinks in the image, every bit as lovely as he thought she'd be. It's not quite like seeing Foggy was but it's certainly a good feeling. The woman in question continues to - gently - manhandle Matt over to the lounge and Foggy shuffles up so she can push Matt back onto it. Karen begins to run her hands over him, checking him for injuries and Matt has to shift so she'll avoid touching one of his apparently worrying looking scars. You okay buddy?
You tell me. Matt challenges, aware Foggy knows as well as he does that Matt is overwhelmed and not really okay. Because that's Karen and he can see and it's nearly as foreign as it had been when he first lost his sight and got his senses. Thank goodness for Foggy's mind acting as a buffer or Matt isn't sure how aware he would be.
'Guys, please?' Karen sounds a bit desperate and Matt abruptly realises this is not the first time his name - and Foggy's - has been called. 'What happened?'
'It's a long story-'
'Start at the beginning.'
Foggy? Where do we start? ProtectKaren/nolies/chooseright/youindanger/protect
If I'd known to be careful, I wouldn't be in this position. Foggy finally decides and Matt feels the decision being made. Karen deserves that. Her life is no safer if she's liesbetrayed in the dark. I wasn't targeted because I knew Daredevil anyway fear/randomstranger?/Daredevil/Matt/phone/help/save. They didn't know that.
Wait, what? What confusion whatwhat what? Foggy, tellme!whatconfusion what do you mean?
'The beginning then.' Foggy ignores the beginning of Matt's freak out and leans forward. 'It starts with Daredevil.'
'Daredevil?' Karen stops checking Matt for injuries and he feels the movement as she shifts her head to look at Foggy. 'What does he have to do with th...'Matt knows, from Foggy, that understanding is beginning to dawn on her face but-
'It begins with Daredevil because that's... that's me. I'm Daredevil Karen.'
- he's going to say it anyway. Because that's what Foggy wants.
The gun has been fired. Now to see if there's a bullet in it.
Fill: Clear and Honest Communication 6/12(?)
Foggy settles into the lounge and a moment later Matt settles in beside him. Matt?
Acknowledgement?
What now? There's a vague sense of restlessness in Foggy that's making him want to pace or twitch or do something so he's moving. He can't stand being idle and useless. It's close to the worst feeling in the world.
Matt picks up on it; Foggy can feel him feeling it. Which is definitely an experience. He casts his mind around, thinking for something to do. Matt does something that basically feels like the mental equivalent of raising an eyebrow and Foggy elbows him lightly.
'Oh! I need clothes.' Both men jump when Foggy speaks aloud and he shifts to thoughts. Need clothes cleanpresentableimportant before tomorrow. Can't go to work importantmeprofessionalmeimportant in this.
Borrow some of mine smelllikeme/mine/pleasure. Foggy jolts at the thought of Matt's but before he can look into it, it's covered by another thought. There should be something that fits? Matt runs through his wardrobe in a vast collection of sensations and remembered braille that flashes by too fast for Foggy to make any sense of. Something? Uncertain.
Foggy flashes his mental image of himself to Matt and Matt sits up abruptly. Too big for your skintight stuff Matty- what?
Foggy? Matt pushes at Foggy's mind and after a moment, Foggy lets him in deeper. Then Matt's pulling up every memory Foggy has Mirror/photo/carwindow/MattandI/Me/Mirror/shave/fat/me and running through them. He focuses on Foggy's memory of a photo of the pair of them taken by Marci, the one where Matt has one arm over Foggy's shoulders and they're both laughing. Matt broke his glasses the day before so it's the only photo Foggy has of them where you can see Matt's eyes.
Us. Ususususususus. Foggy, US.
Us. He - no they, Matt's so close and all Foggy can feel/sense/be is Matt - fishes into their pocket for their photo, where Foggy keeps a digital copy of the usually framed photo. The part of them that is Matt runs a finger down Foggy's virtual before touching Matt's face.
US They think with Matt's wonder. Happyfriendsus
Slowly it dawns on the part that is Matt how close they are and he pulls back. Foggy takes his first breath that is his alone for a long moment and it feels empty... like a part of him just died. Lossconfusednolikeitasis
Agreement. But... we need a me and you. Matt is pressed to Foggy's side and he backs off, leaving that side as cold as the chill in Foggy's mind/heart/soul. But he can feel the guilt Matt's feeling IdidthisoverwhelmFoggy so he doesn't comment.
In fact... Foggy pushes forward and Matt freezes. Then he relaxes and lets Foggy in; stinking into his friend's mind. They sigh in unison at the feeling and the part that is Foggy pulls back, sure the Matt part understands it was not whelmFoggyguiltmonster but lovehugfriendMattcomfortable.
'Whoa.' Matt is breathing heavily and has shuffled back to sitting against Foggy's side. His head drops, so it's resting on Foggy's shoulder.
'Yeah.' Foggy shifts his head so it's now resting on Matt's. The closeness warms him, chasing out the chill that the mental separation leaves. 'We totally have to do that again.'
A hum of agreement. They sit in contented silence for a long moment.
Matt's phone breaks it. 'Karen. Karen. Karen.'
Shit, Karen friendwhatfrustration. Matt locates the phone in a moment and dives at it, answering it in a quick motion.
'Karen?'
'Matt! You're home, right?'
'Yes?' Foggy feels Matt extend his senses and they freeze at the scent of jasmine/whiskey/badcoffee and a faint but familiar heartbeat that's getting louder with every moment.
Karen speaking brings Matt out of his focus. 'Okay, okay. Look, I'm really sorry but I... I cannot justify this and I'm sorry but I have to see.' There's a long pause. 'I'm coming up your stairs.'
Foggy should be angry that Karen couldn't even give them the day but he knows if it had been Matt and Karen doing this... well he wouldn't have waited this long. He admires her restraint. Matt is...
Matt is resigned. How much do you want to tell her?
Me?!
Trustsuretyfriendship. I don't like lying but I think it's necessary. But I'm not going to make you do it for me. It's your choice.
Thanks Matt. So helpful.
********
Matt feels like he's just put his head up against a loaded gun and given Foggy the trigger. But somehow he's not at all concerned; he knows Foggy will make the right choice.
Too bad Foggy doesn't.
What, no Matt; we need to talk communicatechosenotfightbetrayal this out and make choices and decisions together usfriendstogetherchoose not just me deciding. Matt can feel his panic, his whatifigetitwrong/nolies/protectKaren/ohGod and instead of worrying him, he finds it reassuring. Foggy will decide the right thing.
You are the least helpful friend hateyouloveyoudamnyou and this is not helpful.
Karen knocks on the door and Foggy's panic skyrockets. Matt decides it might be best if he answered it.
'Matt?' she calls as he walks towards the door. 'I know Foggy said tomor-'
'But you couldn't wait?' He smiles as he opens the door and steps aside so Karen can pass.
But she freezes and Matt can hear how her heart rate has increased. She's angry?
Angry, angry. Foggy confirms.
'You... look okay?' While her tone is questioning, it's not mild. I think she thinks we've lied to her.
Matt shrugs and heads back towards Foggy who is still on the lounge. 'I wasn't ever in physical danger.'
'Bullshit,' Foggy snaps and Matt hears Karen's jump. She didn't think Foggy was going to be here? 'Your heart was failing-'
'WHAT?' Her footsteps sound and Matt has just enough time to brace himself before she's grabbed his shoulders and trying to turn him. Matt allows himself to be turned. 'Matt! What happened?'
Foggy sends Matt an image of himself (!) being manhandled by a tall, blonde woman. Karen?
Karen. Matt drinks in the image, every bit as lovely as he thought she'd be. It's not quite like seeing Foggy was but it's certainly a good feeling. The woman in question continues to - gently - manhandle Matt over to the lounge and Foggy shuffles up so she can push Matt back onto it. Karen begins to run her hands over him, checking him for injuries and Matt has to shift so she'll avoid touching one of his apparently worrying looking scars. You okay buddy?
You tell me. Matt challenges, aware Foggy knows as well as he does that Matt is overwhelmed and not really okay. Because that's Karen and he can see and it's nearly as foreign as it had been when he first lost his sight and got his senses. Thank goodness for Foggy's mind acting as a buffer or Matt isn't sure how aware he would be.
'Guys, please?' Karen sounds a bit desperate and Matt abruptly realises this is not the first time his name - and Foggy's - has been called. 'What happened?'
'It's a long story-'
'Start at the beginning.'
Foggy? Where do we start? ProtectKaren/nolies/chooseright/youindanger/protect
If I'd known to be careful, I wouldn't be in this position. Foggy finally decides and Matt feels the decision being made. Karen deserves that. Her life is no safer if she's liesbetrayed in the dark. I wasn't targeted because I knew Daredevil anyway fear/randomstranger?/Daredevil/Matt/phone/help/save. They didn't know that.
Wait, what? What confusion whatwhat what? Foggy, tellme!whatconfusion what do you mean?
'The beginning then.' Foggy ignores the beginning of Matt's freak out and leans forward. 'It starts with Daredevil.'
'Daredevil?' Karen stops checking Matt for injuries and he feels the movement as she shifts her head to look at Foggy. 'What does he have to do with th...'Matt knows, from Foggy, that understanding is beginning to dawn on her face but-
'It begins with Daredevil because that's... that's me. I'm Daredevil Karen.'
- he's going to say it anyway. Because that's what Foggy wants.
The gun has been fired. Now to see if there's a bullet in it.