Marci reminds him of home, actually. She's nice and generous and has a smile like razor blades. Foggy thinks she would probably only be too happy to peel the skin off his flesh with a pretty little smile.
He's more or less completely smitten.
Of course, in true razor-blade-smile style, Marci isn't smitten in the least; he's a fun toy to her, and he's fine with that, but she gets bored or needs to focus on school or whatever, and fine, Foggy has his own career to chase at Matt's side.
He's pretty sure he knows what being a lawyer is about. It's fun to do, except the parts where Matt always looks at him a little funny - as much as any blind guy can look at anyone funny - and reminds him that it's not what they're there to do. Maybe Matt isn't, but Foggy signed up to be a lawyer for very specific reasons.
He sighs and sets them aside. Matt's his native guide, really - he knows more about this being normal thing than Foggy, so Foggy lets himself get swept up in Matt's tide - drift wood in an ocean.
(something tickles about that thought. Foggy doesn't follow up on it; what does he know about having family, anyway?)
"We have to set aside our apathy," Matt says, and they're familiar words, and Foggy knows them well enough. He's even read the books.
He's not sure he knows what they mean, though. "Yeah, yeah," he says, "I know all about Thurgood Marshall."
"Come on, Foggy," Matt says, "this isn't a game to me, not like it is to you. I can't just ignore that there are real people out there having real problems."
Foggy knows that - theoretically, maybe. But he also knows that the shadow stretches long, that there is a pattern to it, a cycle. One thing dies so another thing can be born. Here at the crossroads, the younger and weaker monsters come to feed on easy prey too dumb to wander away - cringing and whimpering into the night when something like Foggy comes too close. He's not a thing to be eaten, after all.
He stepped in once, on Matt's behalf. He even tried to break the rules. It's not the oldest or more important rule in the book, but an unholy truth held dear to their hearts: never tell anyone what you are.
Matt's Catholic, too. The dangers seem particularly high.
Unluckily, like the rest of his kind, Foggy has a taste for dangerous things. "Yeah, alright," he sighs, and gets up to get a box.
--
He likes his new apartment. There's a thing down in the basement - no one knows there's a basement down there, it's been sealed up for a long time, but that suits it just fine - and the crossroads are particularly close. Hell's Kitchen isn't the meeting of two interstate highways like the old ancestral home, but it's good enough for Foggy.
Foggy did check out Matt's home, of course. He's a little surprised there isn't something already living there. It seems like the perfect environment, but Matt's block is free and clear and so he doesn't worry much about it.
They meet Karen, who isn't like home at all, not in the least, but she has a kind of charm of her own and Foggy likes her well enough. He thinks he's going to practice that not having apathy toward people thing that Matt seems so big on. Someone around here has to, because Matt's being awful distant lately.
So he tries, right? He even gets Josie to give him the eel, which is technically consumable for Karen but he suspects not nearly as tasty to her as it is to him. He pretends otherwise, of course, because Matt gets alarmed and and Karen will to if he doesn't.
Foggy tries, is the point. It gets him blown up, and four inches of glass stuck into his side that sings sweet and silvery until he pulls it out, but that's just a technicality.
Of course, Karen notices, even though he snuck his coat on, and he's supposed to pretend it hurts, so he does. Then they put him on the good drugs. It occurs to him that a lot of people got hurt - a lot of people died. And Matt isn't like him - Matt won't get blown up or stabbed or burned and be okay. He's stronger, though. They've been living together for years now, and Foggy knows that he's changed a little - but not enough.
Foggy might be a bit cross about this whole Devil of Hell's Kitchen thing. He hopes whoever it is gets chewed up by something dark that hides crossroads. Foggy would go out and ask a few to try, but they owe him no loyalty.
Re: Fake Fill: its not a first date if someone else is cutting your skin
He's more or less completely smitten.
Of course, in true razor-blade-smile style, Marci isn't smitten in the least; he's a fun toy to her, and he's fine with that, but she gets bored or needs to focus on school or whatever, and fine, Foggy has his own career to chase at Matt's side.
He's pretty sure he knows what being a lawyer is about. It's fun to do, except the parts where Matt always looks at him a little funny - as much as any blind guy can look at anyone funny - and reminds him that it's not what they're there to do. Maybe Matt isn't, but Foggy signed up to be a lawyer for very specific reasons.
He sighs and sets them aside. Matt's his native guide, really - he knows more about this being normal thing than Foggy, so Foggy lets himself get swept up in Matt's tide - drift wood in an ocean.
(something tickles about that thought. Foggy doesn't follow up on it; what does he know about having family, anyway?)
"We have to set aside our apathy," Matt says, and they're familiar words, and Foggy knows them well enough. He's even read the books.
He's not sure he knows what they mean, though. "Yeah, yeah," he says, "I know all about Thurgood Marshall."
"Come on, Foggy," Matt says, "this isn't a game to me, not like it is to you. I can't just ignore that there are real people out there having real problems."
Foggy knows that - theoretically, maybe. But he also knows that the shadow stretches long, that there is a pattern to it, a cycle. One thing dies so another thing can be born. Here at the crossroads, the younger and weaker monsters come to feed on easy prey too dumb to wander away - cringing and whimpering into the night when something like Foggy comes too close. He's not a thing to be eaten, after all.
He stepped in once, on Matt's behalf. He even tried to break the rules. It's not the oldest or more important rule in the book, but an unholy truth held dear to their hearts: never tell anyone what you are.
Matt's Catholic, too. The dangers seem particularly high.
Unluckily, like the rest of his kind, Foggy has a taste for dangerous things. "Yeah, alright," he sighs, and gets up to get a box.
--
He likes his new apartment. There's a thing down in the basement - no one knows there's a basement down there, it's been sealed up for a long time, but that suits it just fine - and the crossroads are particularly close. Hell's Kitchen isn't the meeting of two interstate highways like the old ancestral home, but it's good enough for Foggy.
Foggy did check out Matt's home, of course. He's a little surprised there isn't something already living there. It seems like the perfect environment, but Matt's block is free and clear and so he doesn't worry much about it.
They meet Karen, who isn't like home at all, not in the least, but she has a kind of charm of her own and Foggy likes her well enough. He thinks he's going to practice that not having apathy toward people thing that Matt seems so big on. Someone around here has to, because Matt's being awful distant lately.
So he tries, right? He even gets Josie to give him the eel, which is technically consumable for Karen but he suspects not nearly as tasty to her as it is to him. He pretends otherwise, of course, because Matt gets alarmed and and Karen will to if he doesn't.
Foggy tries, is the point. It gets him blown up, and four inches of glass stuck into his side that sings sweet and silvery until he pulls it out, but that's just a technicality.
Of course, Karen notices, even though he snuck his coat on, and he's supposed to pretend it hurts, so he does. Then they put him on the good drugs. It occurs to him that a lot of people got hurt - a lot of people died. And Matt isn't like him - Matt won't get blown up or stabbed or burned and be okay. He's stronger, though. They've been living together for years now, and Foggy knows that he's changed a little - but not enough.
Foggy might be a bit cross about this whole Devil of Hell's Kitchen thing. He hopes whoever it is gets chewed up by something dark that hides crossroads. Foggy would go out and ask a few to try, but they owe him no loyalty.
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