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So I filled this, because I can't write something angsty and headcanon-y without also wanting to take a break by writing something fun and fluffy, apparently.

Part 1 - Paper Balls

It started with a crumpled paper ball.

It was a Friday evening, just after 7pm. Matt and Foggy had been working hard a difficult case, putting in long hours all week and now, finally, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. For Foggy, that light was a night of Law and Order reruns and a small cheese pizza from the place he loved down the street from his apartment. For Matt, Foggy imagined it was an evening spent chasing down muggers and drug dealers in the Kitchen's darkest alleys and most isolated nooks and crannies. To each their own, he supposed.

Still, he wished that Matt were a little less serious all the time lately. He missed the carefree nights spent drinking at Josie's, and the security of knowing that when he wasn't out, when he was at home relaxing, Matt was too. He longed for the long impromptu phone conversations that they had used to have at 12am about the ethics of Jack McCoy's approach to justice or the sloppiness of Lennie Briscoe's investigations as the commercials ran and he laid on his couch. Now, there was only an unsettling feel of anxiety as he went to pick up the phone and remembered what his friend was doing, what he felt so compelled to do.

He looked over at Matt, frowning as he concentrated on whatever the screen reader was telling him, concentrating as his fingers moved over the braille display. And he couldn't take it anymore. He just felt like being silly. So he picked up the paper ball he had crumpled up earlier that was sitting on his desk and threw it at Matt's head.

Sometimes, and he felt bad about it honestly, but sometimes in college he had thrown things at Matt to get his attention. Soft things. Gently. Knowing that Matt wouldn't be mad. That Matt liked that Foggy didn't treat him like he was made out of glass. It was just something he did every once in a while when he was bored and they were studying. It made Matt smile, and sometimes Matt threw things back. Foggy used to wonder how Matt's projectiles were always so accurate, but he didn't anymore.

His mother caught him doing it once when Matt was at home with him for Christmas. Boy did she chew him out about it afterwards. But it didn't matter. Matt didn't care, and his opinion was the one that was important.

So Foggy threw the ball at Matt. Just like he had used to, before Daredevil, before he knew about the world on fire.

And Matt caught it.

It took Foggy a moment to process that. A tiny paper ball thrown across the desk, caught in mid-air without it even seeming to startle the man or distract him from what he was doing.

"What was that for?" Matt asked.

"No reason," Foggy said. "Just because."

"Well could you quit fooling around?" Matt said. "We're almost done here."

But Foggy was now turning things over in his mind. All thoughts of work had fled his brain as he replayed the fact that Matt had caught that ball.

So he crumpled up a piece of notebook paper and threw another one. Matt caught that one too.

"Really?" Matt asked, annoyed, but he smiled slightly. He threw it back. It hit Foggy square on the forehead. Foggy laughed.

So Foggy crumpled up another one and threw them both. And Matt caught both.

"What is going on with you?" Matt asked, his smile now reaching his eyes.

Foggy shrugged, but didn't narrate it. He wanted to see if Matt knew. Matt shook his head with exasperation like he'd seen it and leaned back in his chair, head tilted towards the ceiling. He was clearly tired. He began absentmindedly rolling the two paper balls in his hands between his fingers as Foggy went back to work.

And then, to Foggy's surprise, he saw Matt throw both paper balls into the air and catch them. Both of them. And then he threw them and caught them in alternating hands. The bastard was actually juggling them!

"What?" Matt asked, leaning forward curiously.

Foggy shook his head to clear his thoughts. "You're juggling!"

Matt seemed surprised that Foggy was so excited about it. "I guess so, yeah."

"You," Foggy said.

"Yeah?" Matt asked.

"Can juggle," Foggy said.

"Well it's not normally something I brag about, but yes. I can juggle," Matt said. "And fight, and dodge weapons, and climb fire escapes. You know this, Foggy. We've been over this."

"I knew that you had certain skills," Foggy said. "I just didn't consider juggling. Where did you learn to juggle?"

"I didn't," Matt said. "Not on purpose anyway. It's just something I picked up when I was alone and bored."

Alone, Foggy realized, because Matt couldn't normally let himself juggle in front of other people. Matt couldn't let himself do a lot of things in front of other people. And with that realization, Foggy realized something else important.

"Have you ever played baseball?" he asked Matt.

Matt looked completely taken aback by the question. "Once or twice when I was a kid. Before the accident. With my dad. But not since. I would think that would be obvious, Foggy."

"Ever gone hiking?" Foggy asked.

"No," Matt said. He frowned, not sure where Foggy was going with his line of questioning.

"Played paintball? Or tennis? Taken a dance lesson? Rode a bike? Driven a car?" Foggy asked relentlessly.

"No, Foggy. You know I haven't done anything of those things!" Matt said, irritated.

"But you could," Foggy said. "If you wanted to. Even without sight. Couldn't you?"

Matt sighed. "I don't know. Maybe. Probably. Although it's not that simple Foggy. There's a lot of visual components to all of those things. I could hurt someone. Or myself. Why are you asking?"

"I just never really thought before about what it must cost you to walk around pretending," Foggy said. "I mean, I know that you're really blind, that you can't see. But it must suck to have to hide behind those glasses and that cane so much of the time. It must feel good to be Daredevil and get to be who you are and not have people set expectations for you about what you are or aren't capable of."

"Yeah," said Matt. "I guess so." He didn't look like he fully believed what Foggy was saying though.

Foggy threw another paper ball at him. "Teach me to juggle," Foggy said.

Matt laughed. "We have real work to get done," he said.

"And we'll get to it. But I've always wanted to learn to do it. I'm mad," Foggy said, but he was grinning. "I could have learned years ago if I'd known I was hanging out with a pro this whole time. You owe me years of juggling lessons, Murdock. Let's do this."

"Fine," Matt finally said. "But I am never letting you talk me into driving your car. That would be a bad idea."

"We'll see," said Foggy. And they would.

Author!Anon here also wanting to point out that if you like this, I also already wrote something that I wish I could just take and make a chapter of this fill, but it's already part of one of my other series on AO3.

Here's the link to it posted separately on FF.net for those interested: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11286597/1/Maverick-and-Goose

Could I get a link to the AO3 version? I don't use FFNet, but I really loved that speed-dating fill!

Sure. Here it is: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4030534/chapters/9062815

It's the second chapter of a larger story in a larger series that's really just drabbles about various aspects of Matt's heightened senses. Most of the stories in the series have at least one chapter that's Matt and Foggy fluff actually.

I posted them separately on FF.net as a kind of experiment and because you can't do series there as easily.

Neat, thank you!

You caught bothpersonalities really well. I love this i really do

Yeah, I really can't see driving being a good idea for Matt with the movements and noise and glass and metal all around him... XD I mean, maybe with the windows down when it's not too busy? But hell, New York. He still wouldn't be able to see lights or tell traffic signs apart or see street signs or anything. The vehicle itself caging him in would interfere with his ability to detect pedestrians or cyclists, either. Maybe if he were like... on a Vespa going 40mph, haha...

BUT. The rest! The rest, yes! I so want Foggy to take him hiking and playing baseball and dancing and PAINTBALL OMG YES, this is awesome. :D So excited to see where you go with this, anon! Love the fill so far!

OMG! Love it, please, more! :D (Especially the hiking!) (also, at first I was confused, because there already was a fic on Ao3 called 'I see, said the blind man', but then I realized this is a different one. Great work!)

Yeeeah... I thought I was being really clever about the title (and I do love it) and was disappointed when after I named it that I realized that another fic was called that.

I'm keeping it though. I think it's appropriate.

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