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Everything was going to be different.

It is late in the morning and Matt needs to get out of out bed. Everything feels heavy this morning. The sheets against his skin, the air in his room. It all feels thick and oppressive. He feels useless just laying in bed like this and the stronger that feeling becomes the harder it is to get out of bed. Matt rolls onto his stomach and presses his face against the cool side of his pillow.

He the click of high heels in the hall followed by a knock on Foggy's door. He perks up and pulls in all the sensory information he can. He can smell a soft, floral perfume. Even from this distance he can tell that she is pretty. He presses his face back into his pillow as Foggy open his door and happily greets his guest.

“Karen! Thank god you are here.”

Matt hears Karen scoff affectionately. “You better not think that I am unpacking all of those boxes for you.” The door closes behind Karen after that comment but Matt can still hear their conversation as long as he focuses on it. He knows that he shouldn't, that this is a gross invasion of privacy, but he can't help but follow their voices.

He ends up staying in bed much longer then he intended because he can't stop listening to Foggy and Karen laugh as they unpack his belongings. Eventually, he manages to pull himself away from his bed and tries to shake off the sounds of his neighbor. This apartment is not a lively place, which Matt has always enjoyed. Foggy seems to have a brightness in his life that most of the tenants in this building do not. It is both comforting and deeply depressing.

He stretches. His body is always stiff and tight, especially in the mornings. He reaches beneath his shirt and rubs the knot of scars across his lower back.

Everything was going to be different.

Matt shakes those thoughts out of his mind and heads toward the kitchen.

He eats two fried eggs while leaning against his kitchen counter. He does not care much for eggs but lately he only eats enough to stay alive and it just takes too much work to make food that actually tastes good on his pallet. Matt dumps his plate in the sink and heads to the couch to work. He never got around to getting a proper desk.

The day drags on slowly. Matt can't concentrate. Work has become increasingly difficult since he made his decision to end it all. Once he finishes this project...

It doesn't really matter.

The knock comes around five thirty that evening. Matt heard Foggy open his front door and walk the four feet to his door but is still surprised to hear the knock.

“Hey, random question,” Foggy starts immediately, “Do you know if that Thai place around the corner is any good?”

“Uh,” Matt is more then a bit taken a back. He hasn't actually left the apartment complex in about six months and he is pretty sure there was not a Thai place around the corner. “I haven't been.”

“Ah, well. I'll let you know,” For a moment it seems like Foggy wants to say something else but instead he just says goodbye and ducks away.

Matt doesn't see Foggy again until Tuesday night when they run into each other in the laundry room. Matt is pulling his things from the washing machine and shoving them into the dryer when Foggy shoves the door open and stumbles in with his own basket.

“Hey there,” Foggy greets as though they are old friends.

“Hi.”

There is a moment of strangely tense silent as Foggy picks his washing machine and begins to load it. “So, uh, I don't want to sound like a totally asshole but you are Matt Murdock, right? Like, the kid who went blind saving that old guys life?”

Matt chokes back a bitter laugh at that. “Um, yeah, I guess,” Matt replies awkwardly.

“Sorry, dude. You can tell me if I am an ass. It's just, I grew up here in Hell's Kitchen, that's why I moved back. I heard a lot about you, growing up.”

“It's fine, you don't have to apologize,” Matt reassures him. At least Foggy has the decency to be embarrassed about bringing this up.

“So, um, you wouldn't by any change like to grab a drink with my at that bar across the street tonight, would you?”

“I,” Matt stammers. He finds that he really, really wants to say yes. It has been so long since he last went out but bars are loud, crowded, and smell disgusting. He has become increasingly terrible at sorting out the sensory input of the world. “Well-”

“Dude, don't worry about it,” Foggy interrupts quickly. “You can totally say no.”

Matt shakes his head, “It's not that, sorry. I just, uh, I don't go out. I mean, I haven't been further then the courtyard in months.” He winces at the confession. Why did he just tell him that?

“Okay,” Foggy recovers smoothly, “Well, in that case, how about you come to my place for a drink?”

Matt can't figure out how to say no. He doesn't really want to.

This is killing me. Matt's so depressed and he's keeping himself literally and figuratively locked up and Foggy and just. I'm excited to see where this goes.

D'awww, Foggy. He was totally waffling over inviting Matt for Thai food.

OMG this is so sweet. I love your characterisation of Matt!

I love your characterization! I'm so excited to see where this fic goes.

This is so great! I really like how you write them, especially Matt. Please, please continue the story : )

Please, please, please continue

Prompt Post #1

Fill Matt/Foggy, AU, 2/?

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