Matt's usually cool as a cucumber, all charming smiles and pleasantries, which is why the first time Foggy actually sees him angry, it's kind of a surprise. Like, a major, major surprise.
Because Matt's high-strung and the child of a boxer, sure, and he actually goes to the gym, unlike Foggy, but Foggy always figured that Matt was the type of guy who's almost aggressive but never quite gets to the point of his anger boiling over, even though sometimes he gets angry and there's something about the way his jaw clenches and his hands white-knuckle his cane that makes Foggy uncomfortable.
The first time Foggy sees Matt really go off, it's because of a phone call that Foggy doesn't hear the other end of. Matt's voice is tight during it, all "oh, okay" and "thank you for informing me" and "no, it's fine, I understand" but it's when he hangs up the phone and puts it down on his desk loudly that Foggy notices that Matt's started breathing deeply, the kind of breathing that people do when they're counting to ten and it's not working.
Matt sucks in a gasping breath, and Foggy realizes that nope, he's never actually seen Matt angry. Matt stands up, bracing himself against his desk, shoulders heaving up and down, trying to get himself under control.
"Fuck," Matt says to himself. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he raises his voice on the last one and bangs his hand against his desk.
"Woah, Matt, buddy," Foggy says, thoroughly freaked out. "Calm down, take deep breaths, it's fine--"
Matt lets out a sound that might be a snarl and grabs the lamp on his desk, picks it up, and throws it to the ground.
"Jesus, Matt!" Foggy says as the lamp's lightbulb shatters against the floor.
Matt turns on his heel towards Foggy's voice, and Foggy moves back because he's honestly never felt scared of Matt before. "I swear to fucking God," he's saying to himself, or rather, to someone who isn't in the room at the moment. "I swear to fucking God, I will claw your eyes out, asshole, I will skin you alive and I will laugh!" On the last word he actually lashes out, clearly wanting to hit something, and puts his fist through Foggy's full-length mirror.
"Matt!" Foggy yells from his place jammed against the wall as far away from the nuclear meltdown going on in his room as possible. "Fuck, Matt!"
The pain seems to mostly snap Matt out of it, and his chest is heaving and he raises a shaking hand to the fist he hit the mirror with. "I'm bleeding," he says.
"Yeah," Foggy says. "Yeah, not actually surprising. Jesus, Matt."
"I thought it was the wall," Matt explains. "I thought I was going to hit the wall."
"How would that possibly have been better?"
Matt stumbles towards his bed and sits down heavily. "Sorry," he says. "About your mirror. About..." He lets out a short, humorless laugh. "All this."
"Matt," Foggy says. "Matt, this isn't...that wasn't...you're bleeding. What the hell was that about?"
"I just..." Matt says, and then he cuts himself off. "I just got mad," he explains.
Foggy leans against the wall, too freaked out to actually go over and sit next to Matt, too aware of the fact that Matt was strong enough to smash that mirror almost completely and mangle his lamp and just--"You got mad," Foggy says, feeling out of breath, like he just ran for miles. "No kidding. No kidding."
On the other side of the room, Matt's breath evens out.
(MINI) FILL: Cocked Pistol
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Matt's usually cool as a cucumber, all charming smiles and pleasantries, which is why the first time Foggy actually sees him angry, it's kind of a surprise. Like, a major, major surprise.
Because Matt's high-strung and the child of a boxer, sure, and he actually goes to the gym, unlike Foggy, but Foggy always figured that Matt was the type of guy who's almost aggressive but never quite gets to the point of his anger boiling over, even though sometimes he gets angry and there's something about the way his jaw clenches and his hands white-knuckle his cane that makes Foggy uncomfortable.
The first time Foggy sees Matt really go off, it's because of a phone call that Foggy doesn't hear the other end of. Matt's voice is tight during it, all "oh, okay" and "thank you for informing me" and "no, it's fine, I understand" but it's when he hangs up the phone and puts it down on his desk loudly that Foggy notices that Matt's started breathing deeply, the kind of breathing that people do when they're counting to ten and it's not working.
Matt sucks in a gasping breath, and Foggy realizes that nope, he's never actually seen Matt angry. Matt stands up, bracing himself against his desk, shoulders heaving up and down, trying to get himself under control.
"Fuck," Matt says to himself. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he raises his voice on the last one and bangs his hand against his desk.
"Woah, Matt, buddy," Foggy says, thoroughly freaked out. "Calm down, take deep breaths, it's fine--"
Matt lets out a sound that might be a snarl and grabs the lamp on his desk, picks it up, and throws it to the ground.
"Jesus, Matt!" Foggy says as the lamp's lightbulb shatters against the floor.
Matt turns on his heel towards Foggy's voice, and Foggy moves back because he's honestly never felt scared of Matt before. "I swear to fucking God," he's saying to himself, or rather, to someone who isn't in the room at the moment. "I swear to fucking God, I will claw your eyes out, asshole, I will skin you alive and I will laugh!" On the last word he actually lashes out, clearly wanting to hit something, and puts his fist through Foggy's full-length mirror.
"Matt!" Foggy yells from his place jammed against the wall as far away from the nuclear meltdown going on in his room as possible. "Fuck, Matt!"
The pain seems to mostly snap Matt out of it, and his chest is heaving and he raises a shaking hand to the fist he hit the mirror with. "I'm bleeding," he says.
"Yeah," Foggy says. "Yeah, not actually surprising. Jesus, Matt."
"I thought it was the wall," Matt explains. "I thought I was going to hit the wall."
"How would that possibly have been better?"
Matt stumbles towards his bed and sits down heavily. "Sorry," he says. "About your mirror. About..." He lets out a short, humorless laugh. "All this."
"Matt," Foggy says. "Matt, this isn't...that wasn't...you're bleeding. What the hell was that about?"
"I just..." Matt says, and then he cuts himself off. "I just got mad," he explains.
Foggy leans against the wall, too freaked out to actually go over and sit next to Matt, too aware of the fact that Matt was strong enough to smash that mirror almost completely and mangle his lamp and just--"You got mad," Foggy says, feeling out of breath, like he just ran for miles. "No kidding. No kidding."
On the other side of the room, Matt's breath evens out.