(I worked 55 hours this week so I am not sure how i am even awake or typing right now. The end is nearing, so don't worry! Just hang in there with me.)
The knock on the door startles Matt. He is wrapped up in what Claire is saying and the gnawing guilt in his chest that he doesn't realize Foggy came home. Claire is already on her feet heading toward the door when Matt comes back to the present.
The is a sudden and instinctual need to stop Claire from answering the door but she is already opening it before that kicks in.
“Oh, um, hello,” Foggy says cheerfully. There is a beat of surprise at seeing someone else answer the door but he lets it slide.
Claire is also a bit surprised. “Matt, you get other visitors?” She asks playfully as Matt comes up beside her. He tries to come up with a quick and clever response but just ends up shrugging and making a sound of acknowledgment.
“I haven't really been giving him much of a choice,” Foggy adds helpfully.
Matt doesn't need to fake his chuckle. Foggy keeps surprising him with these sudden and unexpected blinks of joy and amusement. He isn't sure how he does it.
“He is kind of like a stray cat, that way,” Matt offers. He feels a flush of pride at Foggy's laugh.
“Well,” The amusement in Claire's voice grates on Matt but he tries to ignore it. “I guess I am done here,” She heads into the kitchen to grab up her bags before returning briskly to the door. “You'll have fresh groceries in the morning and you better eat them.” She is keeping her voice light because of the new company but he can tell that she means it.
There is a strange feeling in the air when Claire leaves. The silence is tense in a way it hasn't been with Foggy before.
“She is really pretty,” Foggy chimes in.
“I had a feeling she might be,” Matt tries to joke.
“So, I know that you don't leave the apartment but would you go as far as say, the roof? Or is that a touchy place for you to, what with the...falling off of one. This plan seemed a lot better five minutes ago.”
Matt can't help but laugh at Foggy's fumbling. “The roof is fine, actually. It wasn't this roof, anyway. It was four buildings over... But, uh, why?”
“Well, I want to ask you out on a date but seeing as neither one of us has a particularly romantic apartment, I figured the roof would be the next best thing.”
Matt's brain immediately lights up with a thousand reasons to say no. He absolutely cannot say yes, that much is sure. There is an uncountable list of reasons why he cannot say yes to Foggy right now. It would be cruel. Foggy's easy presence and humor hasn't changed his plans. Won't change his plans. Spending more time with him, especially in the way that he is asking, is just unkind.
“Yeah, that, that sounds nice,” Matt finds himself saying instead.
He doesn't need his abilities to tell that Foggy is grinning. He had been really nervous about Matt's answer and his rush of relief is palpable. “Great, well, I'll come get you tomorrow night then. 'Pick you up' around seven thirty?”
“Sure,” Matt agrees. His cheeks are warm with a blush he does not want to admit to.
“Good. I will see you tomorrow. I better leave now, don't wanna ruin the evening with over exposure.” There is a brief pause while Foggy considers some form of physical contact but ultimately decides against it. “Until tomorrow,” He says.
“Until tomorrow,” Matt agrees.
He shuts the door behind Foggy and leans against it heavily, gripping the door knob tightly. His heart his beating rapidly and each breath is short and hard. “Shit,” he says softly.
Fill Matt/Foggy, AU, 7/?
The knock on the door startles Matt. He is wrapped up in what Claire is saying and the gnawing guilt in his chest that he doesn't realize Foggy came home. Claire is already on her feet heading toward the door when Matt comes back to the present.
The is a sudden and instinctual need to stop Claire from answering the door but she is already opening it before that kicks in.
“Oh, um, hello,” Foggy says cheerfully. There is a beat of surprise at seeing someone else answer the door but he lets it slide.
Claire is also a bit surprised. “Matt, you get other visitors?” She asks playfully as Matt comes up beside her. He tries to come up with a quick and clever response but just ends up shrugging and making a sound of acknowledgment.
“I haven't really been giving him much of a choice,” Foggy adds helpfully.
Matt doesn't need to fake his chuckle. Foggy keeps surprising him with these sudden and unexpected blinks of joy and amusement. He isn't sure how he does it.
“He is kind of like a stray cat, that way,” Matt offers. He feels a flush of pride at Foggy's laugh.
“Well,” The amusement in Claire's voice grates on Matt but he tries to ignore it. “I guess I am done here,” She heads into the kitchen to grab up her bags before returning briskly to the door. “You'll have fresh groceries in the morning and you better eat them.” She is keeping her voice light because of the new company but he can tell that she means it.
There is a strange feeling in the air when Claire leaves. The silence is tense in a way it hasn't been with Foggy before.
“She is really pretty,” Foggy chimes in.
“I had a feeling she might be,” Matt tries to joke.
“So, I know that you don't leave the apartment but would you go as far as say, the roof? Or is that a touchy place for you to, what with the...falling off of one. This plan seemed a lot better five minutes ago.”
Matt can't help but laugh at Foggy's fumbling. “The roof is fine, actually. It wasn't this roof, anyway. It was four buildings over... But, uh, why?”
“Well, I want to ask you out on a date but seeing as neither one of us has a particularly romantic apartment, I figured the roof would be the next best thing.”
Matt's brain immediately lights up with a thousand reasons to say no. He absolutely cannot say yes, that much is sure. There is an uncountable list of reasons why he cannot say yes to Foggy right now. It would be cruel. Foggy's easy presence and humor hasn't changed his plans. Won't change his plans. Spending more time with him, especially in the way that he is asking, is just unkind.
“Yeah, that, that sounds nice,” Matt finds himself saying instead.
He doesn't need his abilities to tell that Foggy is grinning. He had been really nervous about Matt's answer and his rush of relief is palpable. “Great, well, I'll come get you tomorrow night then. 'Pick you up' around seven thirty?”
“Sure,” Matt agrees. His cheeks are warm with a blush he does not want to admit to.
“Good. I will see you tomorrow. I better leave now, don't wanna ruin the evening with over exposure.” There is a brief pause while Foggy considers some form of physical contact but ultimately decides against it. “Until tomorrow,” He says.
“Until tomorrow,” Matt agrees.
He shuts the door behind Foggy and leans against it heavily, gripping the door knob tightly. His heart his beating rapidly and each breath is short and hard. “Shit,” he says softly.