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Claire sets up a clinic. Financed by the Rand Corporation (thanks Danny), the clinic gets a surprisingly large number of after hours visitors.

So who drops/stumbles/limps through the backdoor? Mostly street level vigilantes? An incognito Avenger? Does the clinic ever get attacked? Who’s allowed in? What are the rules of the clinic?

Basically anything with Claire taking care of a cadre of superheroes and taking no shit from any of them would be awesome.

(gen is fine, but if this goes down a shipping lane, Matt/Foggy is OP’s ship of choice)

Just Foggy having a kid with whoever and the kid is born blind or limited vision, potentially headed to full NLP.

He ignores everyone's piteous looks and advice because dude his best friend is a freaking vigilante and graduated top of his class in law school. His kid will be able to do anything they want, thank you.

Matt can tell Foggy likes guys, but knows Foggy has never been with one. He has recurring daydreams about showing Foggy what it's like.

AYRT

I don't really think "fangirl" either, but I just can't seem to find a better word. It's just, there's something sweetly naive and ethusiastic in the way she talks about him in the early times. And she obviously sees him as a hero, without even noticing anything else about him.

Later, when "she only sees dark corners" and "doesn't see the difference, not anymore" it's the exact opposite. And after her disappointment with Frank, I think she'd be even deeper into that mindset.

I don't think she's against DD. I think after the bus incident (along with everything else) her opinions are a mess, and she doesn't want to think about it.

But then Matt forces her to.

Frank gets called The Punisher because he makes TERRIBLE puns

Instead of a law firm, Matt starts a riskier venture. He starts a restaurant. His sense however make him an admirable cook and with Foggy's ability to butcher and select really good meat, they thrive.

Cue: Foggy's initial - what the fuck Matt we graduated law school for this? but goes along with it.

They eventually do start Nelson and Murdock with better funds or maybe their practice is mostly small, probono cases. They have to meet Karen somehow!

They could take it in stages. Like, okay, handjobs count, right? They can deal with handjobs, no big deal.

(And Foggy tries to joke that everyone they know already assumes they did some fooling around in college anyway, they're just catching up with public opinion, and Matt makes himself laugh while he's frantically trying to figure out how to do this without making Foggy think that Matt doesn't want to touch him or letting on that Matt wants to touch him too much.)

But then it turns out the handjobs didn't quite cut it. So - blowjobs? More making out? A couple more consensual orgasms aren't going to hurt at this point.

Alas. Doesn't work. Something more is required.

Ohhh I love this, there's so much potential here. Does she - to their minds - under react? either because she's clamming up on her response or because she's honestly not that bothered. How do they respond to this?

IIRC Matt said at some point in s2 that he'd never been outside NYC. So can someone write a story of Matt leaving the city for the first time in his life? You can go in any direction you want. His destination can be anywhere you want, from another city to a whole different country. It can include any ship you want or be completely gen. Use any character you want. Set it in any time you want. I'd prefer it to be a fluffy piece, but if you want to go somewhere darker (Matt has to leave the city and never return for some reason???) go right ahead.

All I want is to read how Matt experiences a completely new environment through his senses.

+1!

Matt was pretty sure it wasn’t about him, but Fisk was acting straight-up weird. He was usually a calm, collected man, but he spent the day pacing furiously, then dealt with the delivery man with a nervous cutness, then had his men move the new piece of art back and forth half a dozen times before giving up and placing it on the ground, against the wall of the living room, for further consideration. Their hearts were racing with anxiety when they were released. Fisk dragged over a chair and placed it a couple feet from the painting, where he sat staring.

Vanessa wasn’t home to clear this all up and smooth Fisk’s ruffled feathers. After a little while, Matt couldn’t contain himself. “I have to ask.”

“It’s a painting.”

“I know that,” he said. “It’s in oils. And I think you bought it straight from a perfume shop.”

“An upscale women’s clothing store,” Fisk corrected. It seemed for a moment like he would go back to his meditation, but he paused and said, “I found this painting at Vanessa’s gallery. She noticed my interest in it and it was ... how we met.”

“Oh.” Matt stopped himself from saying that it was romantic. It sounded ridiculous, even in his head, to actually say that. “That’s nice.”

“It was seized by the FBI,” Fisk explained. “After that it ended up at a police auction, where the frame was significantly damaged, and it was purchased by a secondhand dealer. It’s taken a long time to track it down.” There was no malice in his voice, just – sadness, maybe? “It has a texture. Angry brushstrokes in layer after layer. Vanessa can describe it better. But your hands would – “

“ – Damage it, right. I know.” Matt sensed that Fisk really would have honored his word here if the painting wasn’t so precious to him. “Is it titled?”

“Rabbit in a Snowstorm,” Fisk said. “It’s all white.”

“No actual rabbit?”

“No.”

“Just layers of white?”

Fisk nodded. “I’m afraid it’s a bit visual.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

He was going to leave, but Fisk asked, “Can I ask you something?”
Fisk sounded a little lost, maybe over the painting. It affected him
dearly. So Matt said, “Yes.”

“Do you only see black?”

Matt wasn’t quite sure how to answer that. The wording was inelegant, but Fisk was trying to ask about color without highlighting the other colors too much. “I’m not really sure if I would describe it as a color. I’m not really ‘seeing’ anything anyway. I just think I am because I used to be sighted. I didn’t really understand it until I met with people who were blind from birth in trauma counseling. Everyone always tries to explain color to them, and they said it never really works. They understand the concept that color is a descriptor for things, but not what it is.” He added, “Please don’t ask me which I think is better. I hate that question.”

“To be born or – “

“Yes. The experiences are not comparable.”

Again, he tried to leave. Again, Fisk, who wasn’t interested in the world around him or its hints, said, “The company that transported the chemicals – the ones that blinded you – they’re still in business.”

Matt stopped in his tracks. He supposed there was no reason to be surprised at Fisk’s thoroughness, and Fisk’s tone was trying to be cautiously curious, with a side of comforting. As always, Matt wasn’t sure what to do with that. “Yeah, I think they are.”

“Have you thought about – “

“No.” He didn’t mind interrupting Fisk on this one. “There were legal proceedings, but we didn’t have a good lawyer, so nothing really came of it. There were some fines, and they paid my medical bills. It was an accident. And ... it was a long time ago. I was a kid, grappling with being disabled. My dad was a mess. I was a mess. I didn’t get too involved in going after any company or truck drivers, emotionally. And then my father died, and I lost any interest I had in the first place.”

“You would still do it.” Fisk was making a statement, not asking a question. “You would still save that man.”

“Of course.”

“That’s very noble of you.” The next line, Fisk really had to choke out, beyond how he normally spoke. “What happened to my father you’ve – you knew Urich. You know ... things.”

Matt gave a non-committal shrug.

“As awful as any event might have ... theoretically been, I would still – it was the worst day of my life, and I still – I had to do it. I would do it. All over again.”

“Because of your mother.”

“Hypothetically, yes.”

Matt’s jaw tightened around his next words. He never imagined that anyone could kill their own father, except by accident, and/or in self-defense. Or in defense of their mother. “Some people would judge you for what you did. Certainly the courts would like their shot.”

“But you wouldn’t.”

“I’m a defense attorney,” Matt said. “It’s not my place to judge.”

Matt wasn’t sure, but he thought Fisk was smiling.

So I googled the generic "Blind people travel" and read a lot of interesting things about how the blind travel or where they travel to as that's obviously different than the sighed.

Apparently cruises are popular destinations from the short list I read but some dude mentioned that there are groups that organize things like x treme sports specifically for the blind in addition to hikes etc. I honestly could see Matt going for that!

Bit of a darker direction, but I think in the comics Matt leaves New York to find the person who ordered Foggy's assassination (that Matt was forced to listen to). He goes through Europe just to hunt them down.

I am on this.

I've loved the idea of this for ages, but I'm finally getting down to writing it now.

More details about the civilian’s medical situation in part two. Dialogue was 100% inspired by and shamelessly stolen from previous nonnies’ posts. Title from Come What May (Moulin Rouge), my Pandora station had love songs on the mind.

+ + +

Josh’s vision was greying when a lot of aggressive and dangerous vigilante slammed down onto his thigh. Abruptly, everything flared white and his entire body arced up even before the pain hit.

First he’d been grabbed because a couple losers decided they wanted a hostage when they were robbing a bank with cooperative tellers, then they grabbed him because he was waiting his turn in the lobby because he’d lost his ATM card in a mugging last week. The idiot robbers already had a teller filling their duffel bag with quite enough money that nobody needed a hostage. After that, his life quickly downturned into this fresh sense that he was being punished for being that annoying guy that needed to get over himself.

Some idiot cop had drawn his weapon when the bank robbers had seemed close to running away without their Trusty Hostage. Well, maybe not an idiot, Josh had to admit, but the cop’s impulsiveness had spooked the robbers and then there had been two gun barrels pressed against Josh’s head while a cop looked ready to fire in their direction. Some hysterical woman walking three dogs convinced the cop to lower his weapon, which almost helped, but then Josh had been shoved into the back of some creepy grey cargo van and had ended up in an empty parking garage where one of the pathetic excuses for a bank robber had accidentally fired his gun into Josh’s fucking leg.

It was just bad luck that the Robber With The Asymmetric Goatee had fired a bullet into Josh’s thig. Asymmetric Goatee hadn’t panicked because of Daredevil until after the gun had already fired. Then both bank robbers had been panicking and Daredevil had started throwing punches.

Those movie tough guys? The ones that took a bullet and then just kept running? He was pretty sure all of those scenes had been written by people who had never been shot, because he’d crumpled to the floor like the useless fast food worker he was. He was not an action star and he wasn’t even brave enough to ask his friend to go to coffee with him.

Daredevil had knocked both of the guys out, fast, and had left both handguns in different pieces several feet away. The bank robbers were bound together with the same zip ties they hadn’t bothered using on Josh, actually. They were in a parking garage, somewhere, and focusing on the translucent cheap white of the zip ties helped Josh try to forget that blood outside of scary movies was a very startling shade of red. It also was pooling around him fast. That was probably why Daredevil had done a pile-driver with his fucking knee into the hole in Josh’s left thigh, maybe, but it hurt.

When he could think in something that wasn’t static, Josh noticed that Daredevil was keeping his knee pressed into Josh’s thigh. It hurt, still, but his leg didn’t look like a squirting fountain anymore. Daredevil tilted his head, looking down at Josh, but kept his attention on his phone.

Daredevil was making a phone call and keeping his red-suited knee pressed into the ragged denim that had been blue before it went dark with blood.

“I’m in the FedEx parking garage at 49th Street and 12th Avenue. Fifth floor. A man has been shot in the thigh, Yes, he was bleeding, I can’t estimate how much blood he’s lost. Not currently, ma’am, I’m holding pressure. With my knee, ma’am,” Daredevil said between pauses while someone else must be talking. Probably 911, that was the smart place to call. His voice was gruff but hardly the uneducated mook that third shift always assumed. He turned his face toward Josh. “Can I get your name, sir?”

“J-Josh. Josh Henderson. I was at the New York Community Bank, and they grabbed me for a hostage.”

Daredevil relayed that to the dispatcher, word-for-word. “This is Daredevil,” he added. “I’m staying with him until EMS gets here.”

Josh thought about breathing while Daredevil and the person on the phone said a few more things, something about his breathing being regular and pulse being about 110. The weird part was that Daredevil hadn’t even touched him to try to get a pulse, but when Josh tried to time it out, his pulse was at nearly two beats a second. The better part about leaning back into the grey was that his leg hurt less.

“-osh. Josh,” Daredevil said, gently shaking his shoulder with one hand. He was leaning across Josh’s torso to reach, limited because his knee was still digging into Josh’s thigh. That suit was probably a total bitch to clean, dry-cleaners weren’t all that private and neither were laundromats. It was probably going to be an awful day’s work getting all that blood off of it. Josh’s blood. It was redder than the suit.

“Blood can be tricky,” Daredevil agreed. Either Josh had been babbling out loud or the guy was psychic. “I recommend talking about something else, but keep talking to me. Those guys over there are unconscious and the paramedics are on their way.”

Probably not psychic, then. That was good, the guy’s reputation was scary enough without that. “Well. Don’t want to talk about being a hostage, or the part where there is way too much blood outside of me. Um. If you ever stop at the record store down the street from the bank, you should ask for Desiree. Well, if you’re in this outfit, more, but she doesn’t work that late. She thinks you’re cool.”

“Desiree?”

“My best friend.” Josh was probably dying, the crazy vigilante said that talking helped… if anything would keep him from feeling grey and numb inside, just pretending that he’d see Desi again would probably do it. “What would you do?” he asked in a sudden fit of inspiration. Daredevil didn’t know him or Desi, he couldn’t join the few friends he’d told that kept harassing him to take the chance and maybe ruin everything. “If you fell for your best friend.”

Daredevil didn’t even hesitate. “Try to stay away from whoever he’s dating, tell myself he’s better off with them, and spend a lot of time punching something.”

Josh blinked up at the orange-tinted light on the ceiling. There were a lot of dead bugs in the casing. Then he looked back at the scary-ass vigilante who still looked a tiny bit like someone had showed him an adorable puppy then said that puppies hated vigilantes so he should stay away. That was what Claudia said, anyway, minus the vigilante part. “That’s a strangely specific answer.”

Daredevil muttered something.

Josh didn’t give up. This was the best thing he’d heard all day. If the Man Without Fear was too scared to tell someone, then maybe Josh wasn’t just a giant loser. “It’s just… I feel like a stereotypical dipshit. She’s my friend. Desi is my best friend and we have known each other for years. I did not get her through the breakup with Shawn because I wanted to get in her pants, we have been actual friends since high school.

“I am not some asshat who whines about friend-zoning. Being her friend is great,” Josh continued. It was weird, getting his rant on flat on his back on a concrete floor, but so was having a vigilante’s knee kind of dangerously near his junk. “I just… it feels like lying, now. The movies all act like I’m only holding us back from happy ever after and all I feel is greedy.”

“Y-yeah,” Daredevil agreed. “Like it isn’t good enough already.”

“I figure she’s going to find out eventually, though,” Josh continued. “A couple other friends figured it out on their own. If one of them tells her, or if she figures it out, then I’ve been pining for her and it turns into a way bigger deal than if I just told her and got shot down like a braver guy. Just, y’know, the guy she’s been friends with for years also noticed that she is gorgeous.”

“Then they wonder why you didn’t say it sooner,” Daredevil agreed quietly. “It’s hard when they actually don’t keep secrets, they don’t work that way. I- um- well. Vigilante stuff,” he said, swallowing hard. “It’s similar.”

Josh knew that look and shouldn’t feel glad that someone else was with him, but it turned out that misery really did love company. He wasn’t alone, Daredevil was in the same boat. “Same friend that makes you want to punch bank robbers?” he suggested brightly. That was his ‘I’ve been at the counter for 10 hours straight and if one more person smugly mentions they’d never be stuck working fast food I will end him’ smile, mostly, but with friends it mostly meant that he was being a shit and he knew it.

Daredevil actually fidgeted for a second, though the knee in Josh’s thigh stayed steady. “Yeah.”

“Wow.” Josh took a moment to marvel about how his life could be worse. “He didn’t take the vigilante thing well?”

“It’s not something I would expect him to take well.”

“Yeah, well, it is something that you’re doing.” Josh motioned grandly to his leg in its pool-o-blood. “Personally, I really appreciate you being here and being a vigilante right now. I do not think either one of them would have put pressure on for me and nobody else could have gotten here fast enough.”

“Thanks.”

“Really, though, that sucks,” Josh said with admiration. “I mean. I really should just mention to Desi that I’m interested If all else fails, hey, if I do actually live through this- and if I don’t you are completely not to blame, those idiots didn’t notice you until the goateed dude shot me- maybe the whole tragically avoiding death thing will help it not be terminally weird. I mean. I’m figuring there will be nice painkillers at the hospital- again with the I do not blame you, I do understand that not bleeding out is great.”

“You should.”

“You and me both,” Josh decided. “C’mon, it’ll be great. You can tell your friend that I insisted. I am the tragic New Yorker that got taken hostage when the assholes already had money going into their bag.”

“He said no more secrets. When he found out about…” Daredevil made an odd gesture that seemed to involve the outfit, the blood, the unconscious robbers, and the very welcome wail of approaching sirens. “I’m lucky he talks to me at all. If he found out I was holding that back, too? One more secret and he’s gone.”

Josh worked his arm up off the floor to make some emphatic kind of gesture, anything really to pretend his arms didn’t feel numb. He managed to point at him, but that only left Josh noticing that Daredevil looked nearly as pale as the guy bleeding out of his leg. “Hate to tell you this, dude, but you’ve already got a secret.”

The look on Daredevil’s face… well, Josh thought that his pining was tragic, but Desiree was amazing. She’d known him when he was an acne-covered nerd and had stayed friends with him as he transitioned to the acne-speckled nerd that was working through an online computer science degree. If she did turn him down, it was going to be weird for a while, but he could soldier on through it like the time when she was dating Shawn and the absolute jerk didn’t want her talking to any other guys.

Daredevil looked like he’d been shot, almost, but maybe part of that was just how loud sirens could resonate in a parking garage. Josh turned his head to see a couple cop cars and an ambulance all pulling close.

“Use me as your excuse,” Josh said firmly. “Trust me, people that do not see this shit every day think you’re supposed to get all this dramatic stuff like life flashing before your eyes and life-changing epiphanies. I am going to tell Desiree that I want to date her and you are going to tell your friend that you didn’t want to make things awkward.” He was talking fast, and keeping his voice low while the police started to get out of their squad cars, but Daredevil was listening.

“You didn’t want to make things awkward, you won’t say anything else about it unless he brings it up, but you wanted to clear the air. Maybe bring beer or whatever along to apologize with or even better to drink together, because whether or not it goes well somebody needs to be drunk after that.” Josh was pretty sure somebody would need a drink, anyway, because if his advice was shitty he’d not exactly be able to tell.

Josh was maybe a lot too punch-drunk on lecturing a willing vigilante, because when the cops escorting the ambulance had their weapons drawn, all Josh felt was anger.

“Hey! Could we please not shoot the guy putting pressure on my leg,” Josh barked in his best ‘do not ever have sex in the office again or I will tell regional management’ voice. “This very nice Good Samaritan was on his way back from a costume party when he decided to not have me bleed out of my thigh.”

One of the paramedics was peering from behind the police officers. The other was already on his way over. When one of the cops tried to grab him, the giant of a man in blue scrubs turned slowly. “Sir,” the paramedic said evenly with all signals that ‘sir’ was an insult. “I am a combat-experienced medic and Army veteran. If we do not get a tourniquet on that man’s leg, we have zero chance of this encounter ending with an alive civilian. Past that we are not risking a tourniquet on the damn potholes. Mattingly, call in an airlift.”

Josh decided the big paramedic was his second favorite person. Well, third favorite, because Desiree was always first and Daredevil still made a strong case for second. The big man worked some apparent tourniquet just above the vigilante’s knee-pin. When the paramedic yanked it tight, he checked his work for several seconds before nodding. “Alright. You in the mask, ease up slightly,” he said. The paramedic smiled a few seconds later. “Great. Unidentified concerned citizen, I no longer need you to keep pressure.”

The taller cop had already holstered his handgun. He checked the pulse on each bank robber before looking back to his partner. “Bob, these guys shot an unnecessary hostage. I vote we wait on the next paramedic units for these two and unfortunately missed whatever parkour shit Daredevil played right when the tourniquet went into play.”

The broad-shouldered cop nodded slowly. “Just this once.” He looked over the scene again before nodding. “We don’t have the body cameras and nobody’s given a shit in two weeks that our dash cam is broken, there isn’t a scrap of audio anybody’s going to get. Hell of a lot of blood for somebody to photograph, though. Thanks for staying on the scene, Mr. Samaritan, but I imagine the DA doesn’t need bonus testimony on this one. The less you’re involved the more easily these two stay in jail.”

“It's your lucky day. Go talk to your friend,” Josh muttered. The paramedic glanced at him, puzzled, but Daredevil nodded once before ran away from the group and jumped out the damn window of the fifth floor parking garage.

The helicopter ride was mostly a lot of noise and feeling like he was going to be sick, and the emergency room was a blur of bright lights and people asking the same questions over and over, and then he was in a surprisingly crowded room surrounded by people all dressed in the same pale blue.

Josh woke up in a hospital bed surrounded by a lot of wires and tubes and lines. There was definitely a bag draining blood down a red tube into Josh’s arm, which was weird, but the button that added more pain medication into the mix from a green tube was quickly a favorite. The clear tube of other fluids was too complicated to puzzle out yet. A nurse explained he was in the ICU in case he started bleeding again, and that the surgeon would stop by to explain how he had fixed his femoral artery sometime when Josh was awake and the surgeon wasn’t operating on someone else. Josh stayed awake long enough to realize that ice chips were fantastic and to add Desiree to his approved-visitors list, she’d been calling trying to get an update but all they could say was ‘serious condition.’

Late the next morning, Josh really hoped that Daredevil’s friend wasn’t too harsh on him. Daredevil was probably doing all kinds of illegal things, and he definitely punched people a lot, but Josh was very happy to be doped up in his hospital bed taking occasional sips of nasty lukewarm hospital broth while Desi held his better hand.

She’d had a crush too. They were dating. She was already his best friend, so instead of being nervous about the first date, he was incredibly happy that the two of them were going to try turning his fifteen minutes of fame into Hamilton tickets. They were going to see a show and get some coffee after and he’d already kissed her and never wanted to stop.

That afternoon, Josh accepted an interview from the Bulletin because he had to do something for his favorite superhero. He kept it cool and stayed with the facts, of course, because Daredevil didn’t need his personal business anywhere near the media. Josh made sure that the paramedics and cops got credit, too, because he had no idea that slamming somebody’s knee into a thigh was sometimes a life-saving move.

“I’m just lucky that he was there,” Josh had said when the reporter asked for any final messages. “Whatever he does with the rest of his life? He took the time to save mine. So… thanks, Daredevil. I know that nobody else would have been there in time, and I hope he knows that someone appreciates his work.” He shook the reporter’s hand and smiled at Desi. Turned out the only sensation on par with a dose of pain medication so far was Desi smiling back and leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. The reporter was already cooing over the pair that the two made and Josh bet half the article was going to be the part where half the ICU staff was calling them cute pet-names. Whoever Daredevil's friend was... Josh hoped that both Daredevil and his friend took someone else's happy beginning as a hint.

Are they his leftover dad jokes?

To keep it simple: claire plays with matt on where to put (whichever kind of) of piercing on his body. Because he said wherever she wanted was good for him, she takes time and teases a lot.

(If possible do not put s2 references as i have yet to see it, but if you do pls tell beforehand so I'll read it afterward :)

Imagined how difficult it must had been fr lil Matt to get used to all that travelling.
This is going so great

Aww, I enjoyed this a lot!

Someone comes up to Matt and demands what he's staring at before realizing he's blind.

Bonus Matt is surprised because he was zoning out/reading or something.

Foggy of course defends Matt because he's his friend.

A+
please more

What happened durng Fisk's time abroad in Asia? How did he get involved with Madame Gao? What made her want to mentor him? How did he first encounter the Hand? When did he first meet Wesley?

This is lovely so far. Thank you for it!

I really liked the confession scene at the beginning of the series. I Wonder, what would Matt say in confession after season two? What would Father Lantom tell him in answer?

Doesn't have to be directly after the season, feel free to let Matt stew for a while.

Bonus:

+++++++++ if it doesn't just deal with what Matt did, but also what was done to him, what he MIGHT do, and the general emotional mayhem of it all

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Daredevil Prompt Post #11

Claire’s Clinic

Foggy has a blind child

Matt/Foggy, First time with a guy

Re: Forgiveness - When Matt tells Karen his secret, she isn't mad at him anymore

Frank gets called The Punisher because he makes TERRIBLE puns

The Devil of Hell's Kitchen

Re: Fuck or die, Matt/Foggy

Re: Karen kills someone to save Matt and Foggy

Matt leaves NYC for the first time

Re: Matt leaves NYC for the first time

[Fill] Fisk Pities Matt (21/?)

Re: Matt leaves NYC for the first time

Re: Matt leaves NYC for the first time

Re: Claire’s Clinic

Fill: Stars May Collide 1a/2

Fill: Stars May Collide 1b/2

Re: Frank gets called The Punisher because he makes TERRIBLE puns

matt/claire, piercing

Re: [Fill] Always Crashing in the Same Car 2/?

Re: Fill: Stars May Collide 1b/2

Why are you staring asshole? Oops.

Re: Fill - Adult Entertainment 4/? - Frank/Matt - NC-17

Fisk's time abroad in Asia

Re: Fill: Stars May Collide 1b/2

Another confession scene