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The day passed slowly and quietly.

With Fisk out of the picture, greedy landlords seemed a lot less frightening than they had before, but greedy landlords had always been a problem in the city, especially in light of the rapid re-gentrification of the west side after the Incident.

Foggy was tired and frustrated, and somehow just thinking about tenants being pushed out of their homes reopened the fresh wound of Elena’s death.

And he hadn’t seen Matt all day. Which was just unacceptable. They were best friends, partners. They shared everything, but most importantly, they shared a very tiny three-room office that left absolutely no excuse for missing each other at work.

But Matt had kept his door firmly shut all day, and Foggy honestly wasn’t even sure that he’d left his office to get coffee from the weak pot of burnt tasting Chock Full o’ Nuts he’d made that morning. Which, like, Matt never slept. He drank more coffee than any of them, for all he complained about the taste.

Lunchtime had come and gone. Karen ate a foil-wrapped sandwich at her desk before slipping quietly out of the office like she had for the past few days.

Foggy had walked to Matt’s door and lifted his hand to knock before lowering it and going to the pantry to find some snacks he could put together to constitute a meal. He tried not to worry that Matt had gone out last night and injured himself again or reopened his stitches and somehow found a way to quietly bleed out in his office.

Finally, a little after four, Foggy snapped his laptop shut and walked past Karen to Matt’s door and knocked.

When no one answered, Foggy cracked the door open to peak inside. Matt’s head rested on his arms, skewing his glasses slightly off his face.

Foggy didn’t especially want to wake him from whatever sleep he might be able to get, but the frightened voice in the back of his mind whispered Matt doesn’t do this normally, what if there’s something wrong, what if he is sick, what if he is for real actually bleeding out, what if what if, so he walked over the Matt’s desk, trying to make his footfalls as loud as possible.

He tapped Matt lightly on the shoulder but jumped back quickly as his friend snapped his arm up to grab his hand.

Heart pounding, he folded his arms and backed towards the wall. He tried to keep his voice even. “Hey, sorry about that buddy. Haven’t you been getting any sleep lately?”

“No, that was… That was me. Sorry. It’s just been a weird few days with- you know.”

“Yeah, Matt, that it has. How bout we grab Karen and head home for the night? Order some takeout and have an early dinner. You can crash at mine if you want.”

Matt stretched back, yawning, “no, you go ahead. I don’t even know how long I’ve been asleep, and I really should at least get through this file today.”

Foggy didn’t exactly agree with the logic of that argument, but he nodded and then said “yeah, next time then” (just in case Matt couldn’t tell) before turning to leave. He may be a lawyer for lost causes, but he know an argument he had no chance of winning.

He paused at the doorway and looked back to where Matt was already opening the folder and running his hands over the paper.

“Just don’t forget to get some dinner, okay? And maybe leave off the night job tonight?”

He closed the door behind him without waiting for a response, hoping he could at least convince Karen to join him for a drink.

(sorry for the short/late fill; finals et al have gotten to me. i have more drafted, but i'm still working out time/flow/etc., so i'm posting kinda slowly. i really want to explore matt's experience of ptsd (full disclosure, i had/have it), but i also want to spend some time looking at how the shit that's gone down has karen and foggy too, so i hope that's ok)

Aww, Matt :(

I really want to see more of this story, even though it's so sad. I just want to wrap them all up in blankets and give them puppies.

Prompt Post #1

FILL (2/?): Gen, Karen & Matt & Foggy, Hurt/Comfort, Matt has PTSD

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Re: FILL (2/?): Gen, Karen & Matt & Foggy, Hurt/Comfort, Matt has PTSD