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It might have been different if this were the first weird thing to happen to him that year or month or week or whatever, but coming as it did on the heels of so much else… Foggy was a little shaken. A few sips of his cold beer and disbelief had faded into annoyance, which in turn gave way to anger, circling back around to concern. Stick’s parting threat- and he knew damn well what that old bastard was trying to pull- didn’t worry him unduly, but Matt would be an entirely different story.

“Leave.” Stick had said, as though it were as simple as that. Foggy’s blood boiled. How many had left Matt already, by their own choice or otherwise? His father hadn’t even been around long enough to seem him reach double digits, and Foggy was never going to forgive his mother for leaving him to the church. “It’s complicated,” Matt said. Bullshit. It was simple- she had left him to the wolves.

Wolves like Stick. Who had done their leaving in turn until it was always Matt alone. Until he began leaving first to be sure he would never find himself abandoned again. No, Foggy Nelson wasn’t leaving and he wasn’t even going to give Matt the option of leaving him first. There would be no ridiculous guilt trips on his watch. Been there, done that, had the T-shirt to prove it.

Still, he knew he had good cause to be wary. So much else made sense now.

When he had gone back to his apartment not a week past it had felt different, not in a way he could pin down, more like everything had shifted just the smallest bit. It shouldn’t have mattered, he spent so much time at Matt’s place they had agreed it would be better to let the lease lapse and slowly begin moving Foggy’s things into Matt’s space. There was new furniture to account for, and Foggy was careful about keeping it mathematically arranged; Matt liked his living space as neat and well-ordered as his desk.

Now he wondered if perhaps Stick wasn’t responsible. A little message he had known would be received and understood, but Foggy had the feeling it was directed more toward Matt than he.

The unlocked door was a problem too, specifically because that door was never left unlocked. Matt always listened for the tell-tale click of the tumblers when he actually allowed Foggy to lock up, which still wasn’t often. Meaning either Matt hadn’t been paying attention this morning or Foggy could add ‘charming locks’ to the steadily building list of skills he credited Stick with. Left to his own devices, Foggy would put his money on Matt every time. Someone needed to paper-train the old man; pity there was no way to file for a restraining order without his partner finding out.

Except Matt wouldn’t go for it anyway, “Paper and ink, Foggy, it won’t protect you.” Unspoken went the “But I will” They both knew was tacked on at the end. Bad enough Matt spent the night looking after his city, if he caught even a whiff of this he’d take to babysitting his partner too.

Which was why by the time Matt came home Foggy was already well on his way to preparing supper. Nothing like simmering meat to wipe a suspicious scent from the air; if it worked on bloodhounds it had to work on human super-senses too. Much as he would have liked to put on some bass-heavy music to cover the slight uptick in his pulse he knew from experience that would give him away faster than if he had shouted his mild deceit from the rooftops. It wasn’t a real lie, he reasoned. It wasn’t like he was telling Matt Stick hadn’t been here, just that he wasn’t going to mention he had.

“The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God” bit could stay in the courtroom.

“Something smells good.”

It was working, he could see Matt drawing the subtlest of deep breaths. He had carefully refrained from making any of Matt’s favorite dishes; Foggy had read enough crime fiction to know that too would be a dead giveaway.

“Is that lamb?”

“Like you don’t already know.”

“I thought I’d save the reveal for you if you wanted.”

“Uh-huh. So, you’re late. Traffic jam, pressing business, pressing ‘business’ or what?”

Matt startled. The movement was so small anyone else might have missed it, as it was, Foggy had spent years observing the many moods of Murdock and he caught the slip before Matt could stifle it.

“Business. Of both kinds. Nothing important. You?”

He laid his cane aside, reaching in for the nearest beer, frowning slightly when he found one missing. Shit, Matt knew. Foggy liked drinking in company, drinking alone was reserved solely for temper tantrums and the occasional melancholic fit. For one to be missing when he had been expecting Matt home so much sooner… dammit. This was exactly why his mother had wanted him to be a butcher; he had all the subtlety and cunning of a cleaver and-

The fridge door was shut, the bottle was open, and he wasn’t being cross-examined. Safe. For now. It was almost amusing: here stood the one man in the world Foggy knew for certain would never turn on him and yet he was more nervous now than he had been confronting a blind soldier chilling on his couch. One day he would get his priorities sorted, Foggy swore.

“Can you get the cucumber sauce stuff? I just washed my hands for the dozenth time and I think I’m gonna scream.”

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than Matt was right next to him, just there, with no warning whatsoever. At least he didn’t have to think of a good excuse for the way his heart started beating triple-time.

“What happened?” Matt’s voice was so quiet that at first Foggy thought it might be his own guilty conscience talking. It usually took on Matt’s disapproving tones when it bothered to pipe up.

“Could ask you the same thing-”

“You hate lamb.”

“I love lamb.”

“It always makes you feel guilty.”

“Geez, a man can’t even make lamb in his own home without being subjected to the third degree any more. Truly this city has gone to the dogs. I surrender, counsel.”

“Then answer the question, counsel.”

Foggy clicked off the stove, content that he had bought himself enough crucial seconds to counter convincingly. He wasn’t Cum Laude for nothing.

“I worry about you. A lot. When you were late, I thought maybe you’d been… detained. Or something.”

Truth. All truth, yet Matt only sipped at his drink, eyes still strategically concealed behind his glasses for maximum intimidation effect. To be fair, it was doubly effective when one took into account that it was not only Matt Murdock, attorney at law one was staring down.

“All right, fine, I was jealous, okay? I’ve been stewing over whatsherface-”

“Jessica?” Slowly Matt removed his glasses; it was a symbol Foggy had come to recognize for the ‘all clear’. He hadn’t wanted to confess his little moment of absurd possessiveness but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

“I mean, I know being in a relationship doesn’t make you blind but you could at least pretend you won’t always go after the prettiest girl in the room. It gets old. Really.”

Silence. Matt’s half-formed smile disappeared as quickly as it had come, replaced with something that looked remarkably like shame. Foggy didn’t trust it for a minute.

He busied himself with collecting plates and utensils while Matt worked up the courage to admit whatever it was that was almost but not quite burdening his conscience. Moments like these Foggy counted on that devout Catholicism to get him his answers.

“I know you think my sex appeal is universal, but her tastes ran a little more your way than mine.”

“What the- Matt, we have talked about your invasive heart thing-”

“Are stethoscopes invasive?”

“Are you a practicing physician?”

Another sip, another quiet hum that was no answer at all.

“As I was saying, we have talked about your cardiac eavesdropping, and you know my position on it so… what did she say about me?”

“Nothing much, I’m afraid. I am a jealous man.”

“Oh god. Tell me everything.”

Matt spun him a story. Mostly truth, but carefully crafted to avoid any minor inconveniences like the fact that Foggy’s would-be admirer was herself responsible for her boss’ mismanaged funds or that his ‘business’ had become a little rough toward the end there and he was nursing a bruised rib through supper.

In short, he was about as open and honest with Foggy as Foggy was with him.

The stove had sounded loud even from downstairs, Foggy’s feet shuffling to a rhythm only he knew, and the popping sizzle of meat in the pan. He knew they were having lamb the moment his foot touched the first stair on the landing, and he had known Foggy was hiding trouble the moment he hadn’t instigated their usual banter. That it was something so minor as a little jealousy was comforting. He was a little overprotective himself, moreso than Foggy realized.

Maybe it was that same protective streak that gave him the nagging feeling he still didn’t have the whole story. Or maybe he wasn’t quite as good at separating work from home as he thought. Foggy’s heart-rate had been normal aside from a small increase when he had first returned. He was as quick to laugh as ever, gesticulating wildly so that even without his added advantage Matt would have sensed it.

It was just… a sense of things being off-kilter. Easily explained away, easily excused. Foggy wouldn’t keep any crucial details from him; he was an honest man at his core, and an intensely loyal one.

In fact it was probably his own guilt eating at him. Here he was taking time to bask in Foggy’s company while somewhere out there Stick was loose. For Stick to be back in Hell’s Kitchen so soon it had to mean trouble, except that every time he shifted Matt could hear and feel the crinkle of paper in his pocket. The bracelet Stick had dropped after his last visit. It felt heavy as lead.

He wasn’t about to tell Foggy. To say that he had taken an exception to Stick’s mere existence was an understatement. Heaven alone knew what he would do if he found out he was sharing city-space with one of only two men on the planet Foggy Nelson could be said to hate.

It was a problem he would deal with as soon as he had made sure whatever strange mood had gripped Foggy was banished back to the ether.

Bookmarking!anon here again. I came to check if there was a reply and this was another pleasant surprise!

It seems like the boy's protective instincts are sometimes their own sort of trouble. Really enjoying this! Thanks for sharing.

Yeah, I get the feeling they are both sort of their own worst enemies that way.

Yay for pleasant surprises and may this be another one!

OP:

Oh, I love the tension in this scene.

*Mine is an evil laugh*

Glad you're enjoying, I'll try to ramp it up very soon. :p

“Leave.” Stick had said, as though it were as simple as that. Foggy’s blood boiled. How many had left Matt already, by their own choice or otherwise?
--- GOOD FOGGY, GOOD.

“Paper and ink, Foggy, it won’t protect you.” Unspoken went the “But I will” They both knew was tacked on at the end.
--- Ooooh, I LOVE these lines!

It wasn’t like he was telling Matt Stick hadn’t been here, just that he wasn’t going to mention he had.
--- Boys, BOYS, lies of OMISSION.

Shit, Matt knew. Foggy liked drinking in company, drinking alone was reserved solely for temper tantrums and the occasional melancholic fit. For one to be missing when he had been expecting Matt home so much sooner… dammit.
--- Such a tiny tell. :P What, he can't have a single beer by himself, like that'd get anyone even the slightest bit buzzed?

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than Matt was right next to him, just there, with no warning whatsoever. At least he didn’t have to think of a good excuse for the way his heart started beating triple-time.
--- NINJA!MATT FTW

“It always makes you feel guilty.”
--- Awwwwwwwww, FOGGY, you MARSHMALLOW

It was just… a sense of things being off-kilter. Easily explained away, easily excused.
--- Oh, darling, you are so paranoid. And right, but paranoid.

Maaaan, boys, COMMUNICATE.

SUCH communication issues. They're terrible, but they'll get this sorted. Eventually. Maybe even before somebody gets hurt.

Ahaha, I probably should have gone with the original draft of the drinking thing, though. Essentially I think Foggy's the type that would go for that whole 'good luck to clink the glasses with friends' thing.

Pfft, agreed. Foggy is a gooey Marshmallow and I love him for it. :)

Now they boh lying about teh same topic. I like it.

^.^ Glad you're enjoying. They're both such terrible liars sometimes!

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