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There's a tentative count for how many more parts this has- I planned out the rest of the fic to have another five 'chapters' (not including this one) plus an epilogue to make 11 parts (plus the interlude). Subject to change on my whims. I have many whims. Hope you like this!

Matt finally sags into the hug, a sense of contentment slipping into his mind. Foggy adds to it instinctively, barely aware of doing so, just wanting to get the sheer self hatred he'd felt out of his friend. Who the hell broke his Matt so much that he honestly believes Foggy is better off without him?

Surprise/lying?/notlying/what? Well that's descriptive. Thanks Matt.

Foggy tightens his hug, ignoring how his knees are starting to hurt from his position on the floor. Friend/mine/good/honest Matt-

Matt shakes his head. 'Foggy-' Foggy, '-I can't. I... Foggy.' Foggy. Flashes of Foggy, as Matt perceives him, flash over from Matt. A kind voice; steady hand; friendship; equals; kind; heartbeat; coconut/bagel/cheese; FoggygoodminebestfriendFoggy. Matt pushes Foggy back for a moment, then drops to the floor before him, so Foggy isn't reaching up. I can't. Please Foggy. It's too much.

Okay. Foggy can work with this. Too much now. But he's got a long time - the rest of their lives - to deal with this. He'll wait.

'Foggy-'

Time to change the plan of attack. Give up the battle, win the war.

What?

Foggy grimaces as years of watching war documentaries with his father flashes through his mind. Boredupsetscaredbored. They weren't his thing but he picked up a few details.

'I'm a battle?' Matt sounds - no is- amused by the thought. Foggy reluctantly rises because he really does need to change his tactics.

'Oh man, first day and you're already stuffing up the mind reading. I compared battling your-' Foggy waves a general hand, '-issues, to a war not a battle. Scale.'

Matt rises too, somehow not sore. How even? Control. Training. No fake cheese. 'I'm glad my 'issues' are of such great concern to you.'

He's being sarcastic. He'll learn. My cheese balls are the best - a flash of eating the snack, cheesy goodness dissolving on his tongue- and you know it. 'You are welcome.'

Is that how they taste to you? Matt sends chemicalprocesseddisgust over and Foggy gags.

You better keep your taste buds to yourself please! He moves into the kitchen, desperate for a glass of water to wash away that awfulickyhowthehelldoyoustandit taste from his mouth and memory. A flicker of sunlight catches his attention and Foggy checks his watch. Oh joy it's six. Morning. They've been awake all night - God it's only been twelve hours since this nightmare began - and not so much as a catnap of rest.

Suddenly all Foggy can feel is the tiredness pulling at his limbs. Matt yawns. Foggy yawns. They yawn together.

'Foggy?' Matt mutters drowsily. 'You have the-' another yawn, triggering Foggy's which in turn triggers another unison yawn, '-bed. I'll take the couch.'

But Foggy isn't having that. InjureddyingsickMatt 'Nope. You'll be in that bed or I'm not sleeping.'

Matt smirks and Foggy barely has time to process before a wave of tiredness runs through him, nearly causing him to fall where he stands. But Matt's miscalculated. It flows back at him and Foggy is woken from his half sleep by Matt's butt hitting the floor as he does fall over.

You're more tired awakelongerdyingsickdying than I am. Foggy manages to make his way to Matt and get an arm under his. He pulls his friend to his feet. Amusement/Imright/fondness. Come on Buddy.

Stubborn. Bed. Foggy.

Compromise/tired/movingurgh. Share? Foggy all but throws Matt at his bed and tries to get his jacket off. It's putting up quite the fight.

Share. Matt's thoughts go gentle and soft. Foggy wins the battle with the jacket and throws himself at the bed.

Just in time; Matt's mind pulls at his and sleep claims Foggy too.

********

Matt's warm. It's kinda nice. He snuggles into the warmth, vaguely aware of something - someone - happy and content beside him. Very content actually; they're half awake with a warm body in their arms who is happy to be there. It's always good to start the morning making someone else happ-

Wait, what. Who the hell is in his bed?

Matt snaps all his senses into focus and opens his eyes unnecessarily as he hears a gasp from the man holding him. Foggy. What?

'Dude that was really freaky.' Matt catches a flash of an image of him - him, he knows what he looks like now - opening his eyes at the same time Foggy does and the events of last night coming speeding back to him.

And Foggy. 'Oh man.' He groans and rolls over, taking away the warmth. The nice warmth.

There's a long pause, then Foggy rolls back over. Warmthniceagreement. He moves his arms back into position, though he makes sure Matt isn't pressed against him. Mattseyes/nice/comfortablewithme/likeseeingthem.

For a long moment they stew in the silence of each other's thoughts. Matt finally has to break it. 'Time?'

Foggy glances at his clock. 'Just after four. We got a lot of sleep Buddy.' He shuffles. 'Seems like you needed it.'

Matt glares in hi...no, at him. He knows where Foggy is now, as instinctively as he knows where every inch of his body is. 'You tricked me.'

There's no apology in Foggy. Pleasure/happiness/healthlyMatt 'Just get used to it.'

It is at that moment, their stomachs growl. In unison. Huh. Still kinda cool. With a groan Matt pulls himself out of bed Reluctance/warm/comfort/Foggy and heads for the bathroom. The second he crosses the threshold, he feels/hears Foggy start to scream out a song in his head. It drowns out Matt's thoughts - and Foggy's ability to sense Matt's actions. Clever. Though Defying Gravity, really?

They swap and Matt heads for his kitchen.

Food/hunger/me?. It takes a moment for Matt to realise what Foggy's offering.

Food/hunger/ME Matt runs through his fridge's contents, sniffing to see what's best to be used and picking through ideas for meals. There's not many he can make with what he has. Breakfast or nothing Foggy.

Agreement. Breakfast is brilliant. Foggy's actions aren't bothering Matt; he's heard far worse from total strangers. Which NoshareNO isn't something he thinks about Yousharedhateyoujerk usually.

Eggs/pancakes. Your choice.

Both? Hope/Mattscooking/tastebest/oweme/oversharer

Flattered and a tiny bit apologetic, Matt grabs the eggs, milk and flour. He leaves the eggs for Foggy and starts mixing pancakes. Foggy drifts in, and Matt catches the sight of his kitchen through blinking eyes.

Then Foggy closes them. Guide me.

Guide yourself. For a moment Foggy pauses, then something pushes at Matt's mind - more of a push than he's felt since this began - and his sense of Foggy greatly increases. So does Foggy's sense of Matt, if his thoughts are any indicator.

Foggy grabs an egg and cracks it against the pan, throwing the shell at the bin without looking, tracking it with Matt's hearing and sense of smell. It lands perfectly. They smile. Matt finishes mixing the pancake mix, pacing the kitchen as he does. Foggy is always a step ahead of him - or with him - and never in the way as he cooks their eggs and they drift around the kitchen as if dancing. By the time they're done, the pancake mix is ready and Matt steals bites of his eggs - cooked to perfection - as he cooks them.

The sound Foggy makes when Matt first takes a bite of his eggs is nearly pornographic. This Godgoodperfectionwhateven is how things taste to you?

Only the good notchemicalhomecookedloved things.

Fine. Share your whatevenbestmealever taste buds sometimes.

Matt smiles and flips the final pancake, throwing a previously cooked one at Foggy. He tracks its path.

Foggy catches it, despite sitting side on to it. Matt hears/feels the movement of his head as he turns to look at Matt, finally opening his eyes so Matt can see his own smile. Handy

Agreement. Matt takes a bite of one of his pancakes and Foggy makes another low moan. Hateyouloveyoukeepeatingholyshitsogood

This might make up for everything.

SHRIEKING AN UPDATE AN UPDATE!!! :D

Surprise/lying?/notlying/what? Well that's descriptive. Thanks Matt.
--- *snorts* XD

'Foggy-' Foggy, '-I can't. I... Foggy.' Foggy. Flashes of Foggy, as Matt perceives him, flash over from Matt. A kind voice; steady hand; friendship; equals; kind; heartbeat; coconut/bagel/cheese; FoggygoodminebestfriendFoggy. Matt pushes Foggy back for a moment, then drops to the floor before him, so Foggy isn't reaching up. I can't. Please Foggy. It's too much.
--- Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. ;___;

Is that how they taste to you? Matt sends chemicalprocesseddisgust over and Foggy gags.
You better keep your taste buds to yourself please!
--- *cackles* Oh man MATT DON'T RUIN FOOD FOR FOGGY

But Matt's miscalculated. It flows back at him and Foggy is woken from his half sleep by Matt's butt hitting the floor as he does fall over.
--- *cracks up* GOOD JOB, MATTHEW.

He groans and rolls over, taking away the warmth. The nice warmth.
There's a long pause, then Foggy rolls back over. Warmthniceagreement.
--- *melts* Awww!

The second he crosses the threshold, he feels/hears Foggy start to scream out a song in his head. It drowns out Matt's thoughts - and Foggy's ability to sense Matt's actions. Clever. Though Defying Gravity, really?
--- *CACKLES* FOGGY, YOU BRILLIANT THING, YOU. Also, yes, Matt. Don't hate. Defying Gravity is awesome!

Then Foggy closes them. Guide me.
Guide yourself. For a moment Foggy pauses, then something pushes at Matt's mind - more of a push than he's felt since this began - and his sense of Foggy greatly increases. So does Foggy's sense of Matt, if his thoughts are any indicator.
--- *bites fist* OMG SENSE SHARING AHHHHHH awwww AHHHH!

This Godgoodperfectionwhateven is how things taste to you?
Only the good notchemicalhomecookedloved things.
Fine. Share your whatevenbestmealever taste buds sometimes.
--- :DDD

*wails* I love everything so much. ;_________; You goddess!

A comment! A comment! =D

This new ability is useful for knowing thoughts and feelings. Understanding them... not so much.

Matt's trying not to but having someone who understands why chemicals taste so awful would be lovely.

Writing the trope of Matt as a mess of a human being is one of my favourite tropes. Stuffing things like this up is Matt's specialty.

He really is. Defying Gravity is awesome but there's a difference between Defying Gravity sung by professionals and Defying Gravity sung by a drunk law student (who can't sing anyway) at 3am. Matt's heard both and he prefers not to hear the second again.

Sense sharing! I did promise. =)

*blushes* Aww, thank you. As always, I'm glad you like it!

Wow. This story continues to be awesome, but this chapter is my favorite. I think it's because it's so joyous. Matt and Foggy are so together and so not alone...and then the cooking scene!

It just made me so happy when I realized Matt will never be alone. Obviously, with the mind link, he'll always be connected to Foggy, but even more so with Foggy sharing Matt's senses and tasting experiences, he's not alone in his abilities.

Aww, thank you! I'm glad you liked it. I did have this chapter as joyful as I could... there's still a bit of angst coming up.

That is so true. The one joy that can't be angsted away- this thing is permanent and means these two will never be alone. The drawbacks of that though... coming up.

They are starting tpo experiment with each other "abilities" Matt cn see the world through Foggy and Foggy can see and do what Matt does.
Excellent.

They are indeed. =) Exactly, yes. Matt still can't see through his eyes and Foggy's senses aren't anywhere near Matt's but when they're together, it's hardly going to matter.

Thank you.

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.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh *bites nails*

^{More fic is always a good thing! :D And characters ignoring intended plot are exactly why I'm feeling stuck on two of my fics... XD}

OP here!

importantmeprofessionalmeimportant
--- Awww, Foggy. <3

Borrow some of mine smelllikeme/mine/pleasure.
--- AWWWW, MATTTTTT OMG <3 <3 <3

Then Matt's pulling up every memory Foggy has Mirror/photo/carwindow/MattandI/Me/Mirror/shave/fat/me and running through them.
--- MATT DIVING INTO IMAGES OF FOGGY OH GOD YES. AND THEIR SENSES OF SELF MERGING. OH, GOSH. AND MATT'S STUPID GUILT DAMMIT MATTHEW.

And Foggy is an angel. ;_; A precious angel.

'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.'
--- OH MY GOD KAREN. DAMMIT.

he knows if it had been Matt and Karen doing this... well he wouldn't have waited this long.
--- YEAH, BUT THAT'S YOU AND MATT, YOU GUYS ARE BEST FRIENDS WITH YEARS OF RAPPORT.

he knows Foggy will make the right choice.
Too bad Foggy doesn't.
--- Oh god, I thought you meant "Too bad, he doesn't make the right choice after all" and panicked. XD

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.
--- XD

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.'
--- YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS GO FOGGY

Oh mannn I'm at the edge of my seat! (Well... I'm sitting on my carpet so I'm at the not-edge of my floor, but... you know what I mean!)

I'm glad you feel like that because I am awful at sticking to plot outlines and characters I write always object to sticking to my plot.

Author here!

Foggy has a bad self image in my headcanon so Matt's going to address that later.

=D Yes! I didn't mean for that to happen this chapter but then I realised Matt hadn't seen Foggy's face so it just... happened. I'm glad it worked. Matt's guilt is like Foggy's self-image - it's going to be a thing.

He really is.

Karen's timing is awful sometimes.

Foggy wouldn't have made it ten minutes after a call like that, let alone 6 hours.

Lol, sorry. Badly worded. What happens when your fic is unbetaed.

I realised early on that telling Karen about this was always going to need a Daredevil reveal so I've been working up to it. I hope it worked.

More coming soonish! I'm back to Uni next week so I hope to get as much done before I go back.

:DDDD SO. EXCITED. FOR EVERYTHING TO DO WITH THIS FIC. <3

Yup, I'd say everything is working wonderfully! ♥

No worries! :D I'll still be here! I work at a university, so I'm very familiar with the timesuck of higher education. ;)

I'm glad you're excited! I hope I can keep living up to your expectations. =)

Awesome.

Haha, that's good! My timetable is full on this term so I'll try and get this finished soon else it'll have a long hiatus.

New part! Not sure how in character Karen is but I tried my very hardest. Bit of an information dump this chapter but soon everyone is on the same page; with more plot appearing! Next chapter should have some of the action-y stuff and more on Foggy. I'm still hopeful there's only going to be 12 parts. Reminder bold AND italics is them together; as one.

The look on Karen's face would probably be one of the most amusing things Foggy's ever seen if he wasn't currently too distracted feeling Matt's fear/trust/relief/fear/whatifsheleaves? to take much note of it. Underlying all of Matt's thoughts is his complete and utter faith in Foggy choosing correctly and that itself is enough to both warm Foggy's heart and terrify him.

But first. Karen. Who's looking from Matt to Foggy with a mixture of disbelief, dawning realisation and anger. Like Foggy thought, an amusing look to be thought of later.

Best I've seen in a while Matt tries to joke but it falls flat as they both wait to see where the bullet lands.

That is an awful dangerstupidyourlifeissodangerous metaphor by the way.

It fits.

'What?' Karen finally chokes out. 'How...no. You're Daredevil?'

Matt nods, then tries to rise. But Karen pushes down on his chest and Foggy can feel his reluctance to fight her attentions. Show her my suit.

Foggy nods and gets up, causing Karen to jerk in surprise. He heads for the cupboard Matt kept the last suit in. It's not there; I was tiredsoretired lazy last ni- notimelostforgot the night before and hid it under my bed. Without missing a step, Foggy changes directions to head into the bedroom, Matt's sensory map of his room in Foggy's mind's eye. The suit is exactly where Matt remembers it being and he brings it back out to Karen.

Who gasps in shock. 'You're Daredevil,' she breathes, turning back to Matt. 'But...how?' She waves her hand in front of Matt's eyes for a moment, causing Foggy to grimace. Understandable/annoying/haseveryright/painnotfaking/justified

Liar/annoying/keeptryingtoconvinceyourself. 'Karen, that's kinda rude?' She turns to give him a glare and Foggy shrugs. 'I meant the hand waving? It's really quite rude.' He walks past her to settle back down next to Matt.

'Oh. Sorry.'

Matt gives her a mild smile that shows exactly none of his feelings about her actions; about her belief that he's faking being blind. Foggy hadn't realised before now how deep and strong those feelings were. Suddenly some of Matt's vagueness about how his senses work makes much more sense... why try and convince someone you believe won't believe you anyway?

'It's okay. It's a valid assumption.' Matt, you gotta admit how much it painbetrayedpainnotfaking actually hurts to be called a faker. Foggy pushes as much comfort/bestfriend/sorrysorrysorry/nottotalliar/useyourwords/tellher as he can at Matt, hoping to get him to tell Karen.

But Matt ignores him. 'I am blind. It's just, my other senses... they make up for it.'

Foggy huffs. 'That's one way to describe it. What's the other? 'There's more than one way to see'?' Matt sends him the feeling of a glare even as Karen tilts her head.

'You said it started with Daredevil. The story of what happened. How'd it finish?' She finally moves back from Matt, allowing him to sit up. 'There's something up with the both of you tonight.'

Matt sighs. 'I... I make enemies. As Daredevil. And they threaten me sometimes; it's why I wanted to keep you guys out of this and safe-' Stupid choice Foggy thinks as Karen's eyes widen in belief, '-and last week a guy I took down made a threat. Last night, he acted on it.'

'What was the threat?' Karen asks softly, her anger nearly gone from her voice.

'That he'd make everyone I knew suffer and die.' The memory of that moment plays for Foggy and while there's no visuals, he can hear the certainty in the man's heartbeat and voice. But he can also feel Matt's instinctive fearpanicworry at the threat before Foggy's safe, they're safe nooneknowsmesecretsafe logic kicks in. 'I didn't believe him but then I got Foggy's call.'

It takes Foggy a moment to remember the phone call he'd made the second he'd started to think something was off. He hadn't waited for Matt to answer, just put his phone on mute and slipped it in his pocket before moving further into the alley. A stupid move, in hindsight Agreement/fear/idiot but one Foggy still doesn't have it in him to regret.

'What happened then?' Karen prompts, pulling them out of Foggy's thoughts. 'Foggy?'

'I'd walked into a trap, I think. Some person calling for help on the way home from the office,' Foggy does a vague sort of shrug, ignoring Matt's hypocritical IDIOT/PANIC/STUPID/FOGGY, 'in an alleyway and I walked in. Got nervous when they weren't right there so I called my friendly neighbourhood vigilante for backup. Good thing I did because there was a nutter with a gun there and he started monologuing at me.'

Karen raises an eyebrow. 'Monologuing?'

Foggy nods with enthusiasm. 'I know right! Actual monologuing, the type you really only see in the movies! I almost thought I was dreaming but he was waving that gun around talking about how destroying me would destroy Daredevil-'

'He was?' Foggy suddenly registers Matt's tenseness and fear and it dawns on him that he might not have mentioned any of this to Matt. Opps?

It's okay. Show?

Of course.

********

Slowly, Foggy feeds Matt his memory of the encounter. For a moment Matt can't process it; can't tie the light haired ranting man all dressed in black with his impressions of a man of average height and peak physical condition. But then Foggy's mind slips in closer to his and they remember. Remember the ranting and the raving - 'going to make everyone he knows suffer, if I have to ruin everyone in Hell's Kitchen to do it. I'll get someone the Devil loves eventually.' - joke/stupid/shouldIbescared? followed by the fear when the gun is turned on them. Then Matt is thrown out of unison by Foggy's panic/MATT nononononono when he runs onto the scene and takes the blast of light the gun fires.

Huh. Matt frowns. Where did h-

'Guys!' Karen's near roar cuts into their thoughts/sharing/existence and as one, they turn to look at her. Matt hears her heartbeat pick up. 'Okay, that's creepy.' She looks Foggy in the eyes. 'What. Happened. Then?'

'Matt came. And he took the shot from the gun.' Karen takes in a shocked and fearful gasp of air. 'Only it wasn't a bullet but some sort of light thingy?' Foggy shares Karen's surprised eyebrow. 'It hit Matt and he just, started screaming. And, ah... long story short, it turns out that that weapon kinda makes you able to read minds and emotions.'

Karen's eyes snap to Matt's face and he can feel the sensation of her gaze on his face. It takes him a moment to realise he's using Foggy's vision to get this impression.

He gives her a mild smile. 'Not anymore. We were with the Avengers, they fixed it so my mind is mostly my own again-'

'Mostly?'

Foggy shrugs, the sensation itching at Matt's shoulders. 'Ah, the only way they could Matt hearing everyone's thoughts was to make him feel every thought of one person. I ah,-'

By Karen's heart, Matt knows she's made the leap. 'You volunteered.' She shakes her head, the sound of her hair tapping her shoulders echoing in Matt's ears. 'No, this doesn't make sense, it can't be real.'

Time for proof maybe? 'Show Foggy something. Something on a screen or piece of paper. My senses don't work on those.' For a moment Karen hesitates but then Matt hears her fumbling and smells lint as she pulls some out of her pocket along with her phone.

Matt, we don't have to do this, Karen friendlovelywhatareyoudoing will believe us once the surprise-

Proof helps.

Fine. Blue square. 'A blue square,' Matt repeats. Then, 'Foggy. A yellow bird. You? Yes, you. A Christmas tree. A rob-wait that's what Iron Man looks like?'

Karen starts to laugh; a very nervous noise. 'Holy shit.' Matt hears her lower her phone then exhale noisily. Only to you Buddy. 'This explains... a lot of tonight.'

Matt is taken back and Foggy seems as surprised. 'What?'

'The random space outs you both have been having. Foggy's really sudden change in direction when getting your suit.' Karen has her hand up and is lowering her fingers as she talks. 'The fact Foggy knew to go get your suit. Um, the moving in unison thing? A lot of things.'

Oh shit.

Yeah. 'Obvious things?'

Foggy shares Karen's smile - beautiful/carefree/nowrare - with Matt. 'Only when I list them out like that.' She finally rises. 'I guess I should go?'

Matt tries not to seem as eager as he and Foggy feel. Karen is his friend but they need to be alone right now. 'Only if you want to.'

'I'm going. Thank... thank you for telling me.' There's a hitch in her voice, the same one that's been there for ages but magnified somehow. Maybe because Foggy can show Matt her face as she speaks. 'I'll see you tomorrow.' Head held high, Karen walks out before Matt can so much as offer to walk her to the door.

They track her movement to the edge of Matt's senses, to be sure she's safe.

You do this a lot? Matt can feel Foggy's distress/violation/bestfriend/privacy/confusion at the thought of Matt tracking him through Hell's Kitchen.

Not really. I listen for trouble when you leave the building but painoverextentiontomuch I usually tune everything out once you've left the block. Matt finds himself playing with a thread on one of his pillows and forces himself to stop.

Foggy nudges him mentally to start it up again and Matt's doing it before he can process what that means. Just to be safe?

Yes. I only ever wanted you safebestfriendlovewantprotect safe.

With a nod, Foggy stands. 'Okay then Murdock.' And Matt knows/feels/isFoggy that Foggy believes him. 'Ready to brave the big wide world?'

Matt blinks as he rises too, moving for his cane and glasses without thinking. 'What fo-oh,' he cuts himself off as the thought/image/memory of Foggy's clothes comes to him. 'You know what Nelson, I think I am.'

'Excellent.' It won't know what's hit it.

i am enjoying this SO MUCH.

i like your explanation for matt's really shitty attempts at explaining his senses -- why bother if you don't think anyone will believe you, or really understand even if they do sort-of believe?

now i want to know if mr. i-have-a-telepathy-gun picked foggy as his target because of nelson & murdock's known tenuous connection to daredevil, or whether foggy was a completely random choice and there may have been other previous victims who weren't as lucky as matt.

Thank you! I'm glad you are. =D

YES! Thanks! Because it really does make sense - Matt might think/feel that Foggy had the right to be mad but that doesn't mean he's not hurt that Foggy didn't believe him so why bother putting in the effort to make him understand. He's going to leave either way.

Umm... I cannot say either way because ~plot details~. You'll have to wait and see. =)

That is an awful dangerstupidyourlifeissodangerous metaphor by the way.
--- I am seriously so in love with the way you do the emotional-word-flurry thoughts like those. :D

Foggy nods and gets up, causing Karen to jerk in surprise.
--- OH MAN, THEY ARE GOING TO TRIP SO MANY PEOPLE UP WITH THIS. Karen is probably like, "WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK."

'Karen, that's kinda rude?' She turns to give him a glare and Foggy shrugs. 'I meant the hand waving? It's really quite rude.'
--- LMAO YES BECAUSE MANNERS ARE KEY HERE WHEN Y'ALL JUST TOLD HER YOU'VE BEEN LYING TO HER.

Matt gives her a mild smile that shows exactly none of his feelings about her actions; about her belief that he's faking being blind. Foggy hadn't realised before now how deep and strong those feelings were.
--- Oh my lord. ;___;

It takes Foggy a moment to remember the phone call he'd made the second he'd started to think something was off
--- AH, AND NOW WE GET TO SEE WHAT HAPPENED, YAY :D

he was waving that gun around talking about how destroying me would destroy Daredevil-'
'He was?' Foggy suddenly registers Matt's tenseness and fear and it dawns on him that he might not have mentioned any of this to Matt. Opps?
--- *snort* GOOD JOB, Foggy. XD

'Guys!' Karen's near roar cuts into their thoughts/sharing/existence and as one, they turn to look at her. Matt hears her heartbeat pick up.
--- *cracks up* OMFG they just totally psychic'd out on Karen, ahahahahahaha. XD

A rob-wait that's what Iron Man looks like?'
--- LMAO

Oh shit.
Yeah. 'Obvious things?'
--- A bit obvious, yeah, you two. XD

Just to be safe?
Yes. I only ever wanted you safebestfriendlovewantprotect safe.
With a nod, Foggy stands. 'Okay then Murdock.' And Matt knows/feels/isFoggy that Foggy believes him.
--- <3333333333

*cackles* STILL SO IN LOVE WITH THIS, THANK YOU AGAIN A THOUSAND TIMES

Thank you! I'm still glad that works because it's just so hard to convey the amount of connected these guys are and that's the best way I've found to do it. =)

Oh totally! To be fair, only Karen is going to see them on a regular basis and it's not like people seeing it will jump to the conclusion they're mentally linked... maybe. But poor Karen will be having a lot of WFT moments.

Haha yes. Well. There's manners and there's being a lot rude and hurting Matt. Foggy's definitely acting on Matt's emotions here.

Yeah, those feelings.

Yes! I've not really hinted at it but there are ~plot things~ in this part. An actual plot!

It slipped my mind a bit so Foggy is getting the blame here.

They totally did. It was awesome for them but not for her. It's really freaky.

Well how would Matt know though? It's not like it's something he can picture, even with people describing it to him.

Just a bit.

Thank you! I'm SO glad you like this; I hope the rest is as good as you seem to find these parts. =)

Another part increase because this part? Meant to be the first half of the first part of this part. If that makes sense? Basically a quarter of the size. So things got pushed back. More fic for you guys I guess?

Foggy jerks awake from a nightmare of darkness/blood/fear/whereisthesky at the same time Matt flails beside him. It takes Foggy a moment to realise Matt is awake too; his thoughts are still panicky and a mess of blood/save/dead/failedme? that Foggy is too caught up in his own nightmare to follow. But once again, Matt's panic feeds Foggy's and soon all he can focus on is panicking and the loss of the sky.

'Matt?' he's barely conscious of whispering in the hope that maybe speaking aloud will help them break this loop. 'Matt?'

It works. Something tight in their chests loosens, and Foggy can think through his panic. He's aware enough to realise that what was a nightmare for him was reality for Matt. Sorrow/panic/fear/panic/MattI-

Sing. Foggy, sing. We need something to drownoutfearcomfort focus on. Matt tries to shuffle away from Foggy, his intent clear in his mind. But Matt's muscles seize up and he can't seem to move.

The panic threatens to return and Foggy picks the first song to come to mind. 'Do you hear the people sing, lost in the valley of the night?' it dawns on him he's singing the wrong verse but as Matt can hear their heart rates slowly, he keeps going, 'It is the music of a people who are climbing to the light.'

'For the wretched of the earth, there is a flame that never dies,' Matt adds and Foggy has to stop singing because as awful as his voice is, Matt's is worse 'Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.'

Without thinking, Foggy glances at the window, watching the beams of sunlight just visible in the room. 'Sun is rising today.'

Matt smiles as he hums the next line then sighs. You worriedscaredfear okay?

Foggy just relived Matt's blinding in his nightmares. He is so far from okay it's not funny. But... I'm worriedscared fine. You? You were having a nightmare too.

With a groan, Matt manages to sit up, taking away the heat of his body from Foggy. Who can feel/is Matt working through the details of his nightmare, focusing on the fact it was... it was...

It was about Matt? What? Fear floods through Foggy as he recognises the focus of the dream, a heartbeat before Matt does. Matt dying in his living room the night Foggy found out. They both can taste the blood - Matt's sense memory of that night adding to the memory - and Matt had woken up when his/Foggy's hands had been covered in it.

Foggy- Nope, not doing this. Nope.

It takes a bit of effort but Foggy manages to flail his way out of bed before Matt has a chance to move. He's halfway to the bathroom when his sense of Matt alerts him that his friend is about to grab his arm.

With a jerk, Foggy gets it out of Matt's range. Only he's forgotten that Matt is actually a ninja because he doesn't even think about the next move but is halfway through it before there's a thought for Foggy to comprehend. He grabs Foggy's other hand and grips tightly.

Determination/fear/need. We have to talk about this.

Foggy feels at his watch for the time before he realises that Matt's the one with the tactile watch. He glances down at it. 'We have to be at the office in two hours.'

Liar Matt breathes/knows. Foggy, please. You're my bestfriendloveneedtokeepsafe friend and I want to help.

He doesn't need help. Matt flinches a bit, as if he felt that as a physical blow. 'I'm fine. I just. Worry a bit.'

My blood on your hands? And that was a lot fearoverloadsomuchfear of worry.

Foggy needs this conversation to be over. It was a memory Matt, a reality. Your blood ohshitdyingpanic was on my hands. Matt stiffens and releases Foggy. He takes the chance to escape to the bathroom.

There's no privacy in his head, not anymore, but Matt at least starts to sing the song they were singing again so Foggy can pretend he's not listening. For some strange reason he goes back a few lines, starting with the line about love and God before belting out the finale. Faith/love/Godhelpus

With a sigh Foggy splashes water on his face and tries to process the morning. The nightmare really. Oh God, Matt. Foggy stares at himself in the mirror, to reassure himself that his vision is still there. Already the details of the dream are fading but the feelings linger. Sight I will never take you for granted.

Amusement. Breakfast?

Privacy!!! Also pleasureanticaptiondelight yes.

Foggy speeds up his morning bathroom routine because Matt's food is going to need every moment he can give it. Neverleaving

Pleasure/finebyme Before Foggy can think that thought of Matt's through, Matt takes a bite of a piece of French toast and he's in heaven.

There's no room for other thoughts right then but he files it away for later.

********

It's easy enough to keep Foggy distracted as they finish getting ready - all Matt has to do is take a bite of any kind of food he likes and Foggy is making the most pornographic noises. It's hell on Matt's self control but Foggy's seemingly too distracted to notice. Matt takes another bite and tries to ignore the full feeling he has.

Good to see you tooskinnyworryfoodissues? eat Buddy. Foggy grabs their plates and slips them into the sink. Matt files away that worry with the ones from this morning. Gather evidence then confront. Ready?

Ready. Matt throws on his coat and takes a deep breath. Going to Foggy's to get his clothes had been far easier than expected but Foggy had tricked him into bed - again, Matt's not slept this much in years - nearly as soon as they got back so Matt didn't really have time to process. He's hoping he won't need it.

Foggy meets him at his door, with his cane and glasses. Matt pulls them on and smirks at Foggy. How do I look counsellor?

Looking hotwoundedduckattractive good as always. Matt smiles a the emotions Foggy accidentally let through. But before he can comment, Foggy offers his arm.

Takeontheworld?

Takeontheworld. Matt slips his arm into Foggy's elbow.

Arm in arm, they make their way to the office. As they pass Matt's favourite bakery, he takes in a long sniff and feels Foggy's delight at the scent. But otherwise, the walk feels exactly the same as usual. It's not awkward to walk like this but nor does it make them feel any closer than usual. Matt still taps away and Foggy provides a running - and entertaining - commentary of the world around them.

With one, possibly major, difference. Curb, Foggy thinks before continuing his commentary of the walk mentally, eliminating the risk of embarrassing comments being overheard. It dawns on Matt that Foggy finally understands how much his commentary helps Matt and allows him breathing space from the onslaught of his senses.

HereforyouBud. Light's green.

Thanks Pal.

Foggy pauses outside their building and for a moment Matt is confused. Then he looks straight at the sign he spent ages hanging and warmth spreads through Matt. Instinctively, Matt steps forward to run his fingers over it so Foggy can feel it like he does even as he sees it like Foggy does. His warmth is caught by Foggy and sent back, creating a much more pleasant feedback loop than before.

'Is this a private party, or can anyone join?' Karen asks and Matt smirks when Foggy jumps. Don't let focus on one thing stickfightingStickouch drown out your surroundings.

Haha. Annoyancebestfriendhateloveconfusion?worry 'Just showing Matt the sign.'

Foggy is looking at Karen so Matt can see her confusion. 'But I thought we already sh- OH.' She moves forward, into Matt's line of sight. 'You can see people now?'

'Only people Foggy can see,' Matt corrects with a mild smile and Foggy shows him how Karen's cheeks have gone red. 'Shall we go in?'

Karen nods, something Foggy doesn't bother to narrate because Matt's clearly sensed it, and leads the way. Matt pauses in the doorway, stopping Foggy entering for a moment as he feels out their office again with his senses.

Then, and only then, does he let Foggy show him what it looks like. Like you pictured it?

It's run down, it's dingy, it's clearly not an office of high end lawyers. And it's theirs. It's perfect. Better than anything Fogwellsoldwornhome I could have pictured.

Foggy's joy surges through them both. I'm glad Buddy.

'Do I need a spray bottle for you two?' Karen stands and Matt realises it's been a long few moments.

He shrugs and heads for his office. 'We'll see. Any clients?'

'Surprisingly, two.'

'Two? Must be our day.'

'I think it is pal,' Foggy says as he enters his office. It's definitely our day now we're togethercommunicatingbestfriendsagainsttheworld on the same page.

Agreement.

Oh my god, it just keeps getting better. I get so excited whenever I see there's an update on this story! The two of them are just so adorable!

Thanks! I'm glad you enjoy it! =D

Now things are going kinda good but when Matt puts on teh suit again and Foggy feels his rage things will go pretty interesting for this two.

You sound like you've peaked at my chapter notes for the next part. =) It'll be fun, that's for sure.

(OP belatedly but excitedly here!)

Oh my lord can I possibly love you more DREAMING NIGHTMARE MEMORIES YESSSS ALL THE ANGST AND FEAR AND PANIC AND "WTF MATT?!"

And the singing. ;_; The SINGING. sINGIng badly TogEtheRrr omg. That's so fucking cute. :DDD

Fear floods through Foggy as he recognises the focus of the dream, a heartbeat before Matt does. Matt dying in his living room the night Foggy found out. They both can taste the blood - Matt's sense memory of that night adding to the memory - and Matt had woken up when his/Foggy's hands had been covered in it.
--- *CHOKES ON EVERYTHING* Oh god why did that not even occur to me? I thought he might dream of, idk, Stick or Daredeviling or something, but OH FUCK HE DREAMT OF NEARLY LOSING FOGGY Ahhhhhhh MY HEART

For some strange reason he goes back a few lines, starting with the line about love and God before belting out the finale.
--- Oh, GEEZ, Foggy, I WONDER WHY. smh

Amusement. Breakfast?
Privacy!!! Also pleasureanticaptiondelight yes.
--- *laughs at Foggy* XD Apparently the way to this man's heart is through the stomach of another man. :P Or at least the delicate senses of another man!

Foggy speeds up his morning bathroom routine because Matt's food is going to need every moment he can give it. Neverleaving
Pleasure/finebyme
--- Ohgodthisissocute

Foggy had tricked him into bed - again, Matt's not slept this much in years - nearly as soon as they got back so Matt didn't really have time to process.
--- Ahahahaha, SEE, MATT, Foggy is so good for you!

It dawns on Matt that Foggy finally understands how much his commentary helps Matt and allows him breathing space from the onslaught of his senses.
--- Awwww. <3

HereforyouBud. Light's green.
Thanks Pal.
--- I'm just goig to read every Bud and Buddy and Pal as Sweetheart and Darling and Love now. :P

AWWWW THE SIGN TOUCHING

'Do I need a spray bottle for you two?'
--- LMAO

AHHH THAT LAST LINE

Thank you... thank you. ;_; THANK you. I am beside myself with infatuation for this story. ;___;

Re: Fill: Clear and Honest Communication 8/13(?)

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Classes start...well today, so updates will either all happen really really soon or slow down loads. We'll see. I'm still on track with parts at least!

The day is definitely theirs. Everything goes perfectly. Right up until the moment comes for them to go home.

Karen leaves first, citing a need to see Doris Urich. And we're making her nervous Matt points out as she flees the building.

Which, yeah okay. Foggy can see. They've been having silent conversations all day and the moving in unison thing is probably pretty freaky if you're not the one moving. But Karen is tough. She'll adjust.

Certainty. Matt smiles as he pulls on his coat and grabs his cane. Then he freezes. Home/Foggys/Daredevil? Foggy can feel an itch under his skin; Matt's itch to get out onto the streets. But there's fear...

Go be a hero proudscaredwantsafe. I'll go... home. I'll go ho-

But Foggy can feel that Matt can feel Foggy's reluctance to go home. For some reason it feels... wrong to imagine just separating and having separate lives. Which is worrying.

Or it should be. Should be so worrying. Only it's not and that's nearly as worrying. Come to mine. We can figure this out there.

Good plan. You're very good Mattbestideas at plans. Foggy slips his arm into Matt's, feeling Matt's delight in the contact. Chinese?

Matt makes a face at the place Foggy has in mind. Foggy gets a taste of dirt and oh yuck, never eating there again. Thai he throws back and it's Foggy's turn because that place is way too pricey for him. Even if, oh huh, it's about the only Thai place Matt knows that he's able to stand.

They bicker good-naturedly the entire way back, both well aware they're going to end up ordering pizza from the one place in Hell's Kitchen they both like. Matt catches Foggy thinking that and flashes a taste of their pepperoni pizza over to him. He starts drooling right there in the middle of the street and loses focus.

Matt nudges him into attention as they approach his apartment. I may be able to handle icancopeiamaloneicandothis myself but it looks odd if the one leading is the blind guy. With a laugh, Foggy focuses as they make their way upstairs. He orders the pizza as Matt changes out of his work clothes.

It's about an hour after they've eaten, when night has well and truly taken hold of Hell's Kitchen, when Matt starts to fidget. Foggy can feel the anxiety building in him and knows/ishim he's keeping an ear out for the screams of the city. His city.

'Go,' Foggy finally whispers, after Matt focuses in on the place he keeps his suit for the third time in ten minutes. 'Matt, I won't keep you here. Go.'

You hatefearanger don't like me being Daredevil. I'm not going to make-

Suddenly angry, Foggy drowns out Matt's thoughts with his own. NO angerWRONGno nononono. WRONG. He pauses, to try and organise his thoughts before realising how stupid this is when talking to someone witnessing the organising and just goes for it. I'm madangryscared at you for lying to me. I'm angryscaredterrified about what's going to happen if you get hurt or caught. I don't like hatedisbeliefresigned that you take the law loverespectfear into your own hands. But... I don't hate Daredevil. Foggy sighs. I'm not going to stop you Buddy. 'Go.'

There's so much doubt in Matt's mind but he can sense Foggy's not lying - in fact Foggy's not sure they could use this to lie to another - and that Foggy's not going to stop him going. Slowly, Matt rises and moves towards his cupboard. He pauses only once, just before he takes it out and Foggy is about to prompt him when he bows his head. For a second, Foggy can feel Matt's faith in God, as he prays for guidance and well... for a vaguely agnostic Protestant, it's not something he has the words or thoughts to describe. He finds himself coping Matt's movements as he crosses himself and has to slam his hands down.

'Be safe,' Foggy calls as Matt makes his way to his roof, in his Daredevil suit.

'Always am,' Matt both thinks and says, creating a double layer of meaning that Foggy has to pick through. It's enough to distract him from Matt leaving.

It's not enough to distract him from Matt jumping off the roof. Startled by the sensation in his mind, Foggy accidentally pushes at Matt's mind and nearly causes him to mistime his landing.

Foggy!

Accidentsorrydidntmeanto Foggy can feel Matt's mental sigh.

Either block me out or stay really close. Then Matt's off again, running for the next roof. Foggy has a split second to decide.

He pushes forward so he becomes they. Together they flip onto the next roof, certain in their knowledge of Hell's Kitchen and their senses. They don't even need to listen to know to duck the metal bar as they sprint along the rooftop. It's here they stop, listening and waiting for a signal as to wh-

A scream breaks the night; like a siren to them. They focus, narrowing down the location of the... the child.

Anger floods Matt, stronger than anything Foggy's felt and it throws them back into he. He gasps in surprise at the sheer amount of anger his friend is feeling and opens his eyes. Foggy's surprised to be in Matt's apartment.

So's Matt. Nofocusignore Foggy? It takes Foggy a millisecond to realise Matt's focus is divided so he closes his eyes and tries to go back into being them.

It doesn't work. But there's enough space between them that Matt can block Foggy out as he dashes across roofs towards the little girl now begging her kidnapper for her mother. Matt pauses above them

Then he strikes.

Foggy chokes at the delight that floods Matt as his first punch lands; the joy in achieving something and stopping a monster. It doesn't fade, even as the punches keep coming.

Matt, STOP, he finally cries and Matt freezes. Foggy knows saying this creep has had enough won't help - and frankly a part of him that might be Matt's influence doesn't think he has had enough - so he uses another tactic. Matt, the girl!

She's okay. Elevated heartbeat, tears, smell of urine but no blood. Foggy fearupsetguilt you need to block me out.

Foggy knows he does. He can't stay in Matt's mind while he does this and Matt can't focus if there's not something blocking them.

Come home to me. Foggy begins to count his breaths, count his heartbeats and do as much as possible to ground himself in his own body and keep out of Matt's mind.

It doesn't block everything out, but it helps.

********

Matt stays out as long as he can justify while also trying to keep as much of his emotions and thoughts to himself as he can. It doesn't work... he can feel Foggy's flinches and distress every time a punch lands and his constant fear of Matt's anger.

Damn it Matt, come home! Foggy finally snaps, when the clock is nearing four. Slowly Matt makes his way across the roofs, choosing the safest - and longest - route home. I know what you're doing annoyingscaredpleasecomehome Matt.

He picks up his pace. Foggy is waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. Matt can't feel much of his emotions. There's a sense of relief that Matt isn't seriously hurt - no more than a bruise or two easily hidden by clothes - but no other concrete emotion/thought that Matt can pin down.

Mask off. I want friendlovesoft Matt for this conversation not fearangerrespect Daredevil.

There's not much difference. Matt takes off the mask and raises his head so his eyes meet Foggy's.

Foggy pulls him into a hug and he freezes. Confusionguilt Foggyfearnangerwhyreactinglikethis?

Friendshiprelieflovealivereliefrelief 'This is because you absolutely deserve a hug Matty and I never realised exactly how bad your temper was.'

Devilinme 'I try and keep a lid on it normally.'

Goodmannodevil Anger is natural Bud. Foggy finally releases him. 'Have you ever considered not keeping a lid on it? That way, you won't feel the need to punch bad guys quite so much.' Maybe a bit less punching?

Confusion. You're not abandonedalonefear leaving? Matt slowly makes his way to his bedroom to change, aware of Foggy's eyes - both mental and physical - on him the entire way.

NOTLEAVING friendshipforeverstaying 'I'm in this for the long haul Murdock.' Foggy collapses on his lounge with a sigh. 'But we really need to figure out a way to get some separation here.' Guilt floods Matt as he thinks about how much of his hate and anger he forced Foggy to feel.

Only Foggy's not having it. NODEVIL 'No guilt Matt, because no regrets here.' He reaches out a hand to Matt, who dumps his suit into its place and takes the offered hand. Foggy pulls him down onto the lounge. Noguilt. This is a guilt free zone.

Matt has to smile. Guilt free? For us both?

Foggy nods. 'No guilt,' he says aloud, as if speaking the words will give them more power. I chose this, for better or worse. We'll friendsagainsttheworld figure it out. For a moment, he remembers the feeling of Matt's rage and shivers.

It takes all Matt has not to reflexively apologise and beg forgiveness. He's no right to ask for forgiveness and Foggy's made it clear he doesn't want apologies.

Nothing to forgive Pal. Foggy yawns and his tiredness sweeps over Matt too as the last of the adrenaline rush leaves him. Matt yawns too. Bedtime. Slowly Foggy gets up and helps Matt to his feet.

'We'll talk in the morning. Proper talk,' he manages to say through his yawns. There's no hesitation in heading for Matt's; it's a given Foggy will be sharing it tonight.

The moment they cross the threshold to Matt's room, Foggy sends Matt all his tiredness. Annoyed, Matt sends it back, creating another feedback loop. They barely make it to his bed before the loop reaches a point that consciousness is impossible for either man.

Love.

Love.

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