Foggy/Matt, things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear
"Jesus, Matty, what have you been eating, nails?"
Matt laughed and leaned more heavily into Foggy's side. He probably shouldn't have had that last shot; his balance was completely fucked. "Same thing as you, buddy, whatever that crap they serve in the cafeteria that they call food."
Foggy's laugh vibrated through Matt's body, warming him from the inside. "Yeah, but the difference is, you somehow don't look like you gained the freshman fifteen. Or first year thirty, whatever," he said, waving his free hand around to make his point. "Semantics."
"Hey, I offered to take you to the gym with me," Matt said. "Several times, actually."
"Yeah, Matty, I love you, but I do not love you that much," Foggy said. "Two steps down, then we're turning right. Or really, I don't hate myself that much. The gym and I do not get along."
"So you've said." Foggy pulled on his arm to stop him a half-second before Matt's cane hit the door of their dorm. Matt inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of Foggy's skin and the faintest hint of the only cologne that didn't make Matt sneeze. He waited while Foggy fished his student ID out of his wallet and slid it through the card reader to unlock the door, then let Foggy lead him through the lobby and into the elevator. "I still think you'd like it," he said, once the elevator doors slid shut and they were on their way up.
"Huh?" Foggy's hair brushed the collar of his shirt as he turned to look at Matt, clearly confused. "Oh, the gym thing? Nah. I wouldn't want to get too sexy; the ladies already find me irresistible." His tone was slightly off, and Matt frowned, but before he could say anything, the elevator doors opened, and Foggy was dragging him toward their dorm room.
As soon as they got inside, Matt threw his glasses on his bedside table and flopped face-first onto his bed. "Foggy, you're my hero," he told his pillow.
Foggy laughed. "Go to sleep, Matty."
"Mmmf."
Matt was nearly asleep when he heard Foggy come back from the bathroom. "I do love you, Matt," he whispered, so low that anyone but Matt wouldn't have heard it. "I really do."