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(Author Note: I still exist! blarg.)

For the rest of the day Matt can sense Foggy in his apartment getting ready for tonight. He can him as he approaches the apartment complex after shopping. That woman from before – Karen – is with him but she doesn't come in. Foggy brings home several grocery bags and an uncertain attitude. Matt is trying no to listen in because he is mentally agreed to actually attend the date and he knows what Foggy is doing right now is meant to be a surprise. But everything else feels...empty. Hallow. Foggy is the only thing in the world right now that can hold Matt's interest.

He knows the contents of each of Foggy's grocery bags but is trying not to think about them. He an tell that Foggy is nervous about the cooking part of this evening, which Matt honestly can't blame him for. He won't eat most things, especially these days. Though he has a silly and childish notion that he will enjoy anything that Foggy cooks simply because he is doing it for him.

Foggy knocks in his door exactly at seven. Matt, against his better judgment, found himself dressing up for the date. Nothing fancy but more then Foggy has seen him in before. He is pretty sure the clothes match, anyway. Super senses or not, he had never been very good at picking out his clothes. Lack of carrying probably has a lot to do with it. Matt's stomach feels empty and twisting with nerves. He swallows, throat dry, and answers the door.

"Good evening! Your carriage awaits," Foggy greets cheerfully. "Well, the elevator is already on this floor and no one has thrown up in it today so, you know, same thing really."

Within seconds Matt is smiling, nerves and reservations momentarily forgotten. In a world of angry reds, Foggy is a calming spot if blue.

Foggy is a bundle of energy, trying very hard to hold it in without busting out into maniacal laughter every five minutes. Matt looks great, which he always does. But even more so then usual tonight. Not for the first time, Foggy finds himself glad that may cannot actually see him. He probably wouldn't be impressed by the sight.

"Well, um, I'm ready," Matt fidgets momentarily before stepping out the door with Foggy.

"I have everything all set up. I really hope it isn't as lame as it seemed when I was setting it up." Foggy cant help but self deprecate.

"I'm sure it with be great."

On the roof of the building, Foggy set up a folding card table covered in a white table cloth that Karen had loaned him. She also convinced him to string up some Christmas lights around the table. Although the ambiance is probably lost on Matt, he deserves the effort anyway. He did think the lights were a little bit overkill, especially considering the candles in the table, but Karen insisted. She is a bit better at wooing then Foggy is so he just deferred to her knowledge. Matt is smiling when they approach the table so Foggy takes that as a good sign. His smile is a little more sad and wistful then Foggy was hoping for, however.

"So, just so you know, there are candles and flowers in the table so don't set anything in fire," Foggy jokes.

Matt laughs. It is a really great sound that the world definitely needs more of. "I'll be careful." He assures him.

Foggy pulls his chair out for him, feeling more then a little ridiculous as he does so. He falters a little when Matt sits down, hovering too close for too long a moment. Matt tilts him face up toward foggy, smiling.

Foggy is struck with exactly how beautiful Matt is and for a moment cannot remember what he is supposed to be doing right now.

He shakes out if it and tries to recover. "Wine? Wine sounds good right now."

"Wine would be great," Matt agrees.

Matt seems pensive as Foggy fills his glass before settling into his chair. He is fidgeting with the edge of the table cloth, twisting it up in his hands.

"Hey," Foggy says gently. Matt jerks, looking back up at him in surprise

"Hey. Sorry."

"I'm nervous too, if that helps."

Matt flashes him a small, sad smile. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it again, chewing slightly on his bottom lip. A moment later he tries again. "Foggy, I, uh," Matt falls quite and Foggy just lets him sort out his thoughts. Matt lets out a shaky sigh and closes his eyes. “Can I tell you something?” he asks softly.

"Of course."

It takes another minute or so before Matt actually starts talking. "Okay. So. We are on the far north corner of the roof right now. It is seventy two degrees outside. The flowers in the table are pink tulips, thank you for not getting roses. The candles are white. There are two candles and twelve tulips. The wine is a chardonnay from California, smells a bit tart. Dinner is an oven baked tilapia and salad, both of which smell delicious by the way. You took a shower a few hours ago. You brushed your teeth and you are wearing old spice right now, which also smells pretty good. On you, anyway. I usually don't care for it. And I should probably stop talking now."

"Um. Huh. Shit."

"Hmm."

“How, um, how did you, uh..."

"Know all that?”

Foggy nods. “I just nodded. You knew that already, didn't you?”

Matt shrugs. “Yeah.” This was not his plan for the evening but he just couldn't help but let it out. He just...really wanted to tell Foggy. Stupid.

“Well. Okay. This seems like a really long conversation so I am going to serve dinner now. I don't want it to get cold. You can talk and eat, right?”

Matt lets out a thin laugh and finally lets go of the table cloth. “I think I can manage.”

Yay update! This fic is so sad and so sweet. I adore it. Foggy wooing is the most adorable thing ever.

:O I came to check in on this fic and what a surprise!

Looking forward to seeing how this conversation pans out!

I miss this story so much.

Anon, I'm really enjoying this story!

I really, really enjoyed this. Thank you, author!

I absolutely loved this, I hope you return to it!

Author!Anon! I AM ALIVE AND WORKING ON MORE.

AHh I just read this fic and I love it so much!! :3 I fully support you working on more

Prompt Post #1

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