Matt followed the sound of a familiar heartbeat as he exited his cab and climbed the stairs of Nelson, Murdock, and Page.
“Did you get a haircut while you were in Queens?” Foggy said not bothering to say hello.
“Yeah, why?”
“It looks like shit.”
“Ouch.”
“I figured there was no sense in lying to you when you have that human lie detector thing going on.”
“Yeah, well…Is it really that bad?”
“Matt, how is it that you can dodge bullets and sense me from 3 blocks away but can’t feel a bad haircut?”
“2 blocks and sometimes the bullets are not fully dodged,” he said, rubbing his side where his latest wound lay. Less than a week ago Matt had been trying to stop a drug cartel and was not entirely successful. Foggy still hadn’t let him leave the house as Daredevil yet. He insisted that if Matt hurt himself badly enough to need Clare he had to take a week off.
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” Foggy said, placing his hand in Matt’s, “bullet wounds I cannot fix, hair on the other hand...I probably can, I still cut my own hair and Candace’s.”
“Well considering I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing yours nor your sister’s hair, I don’t know if that’s a good thing.”
“You don’t have to see my hair to know how amazing it is. Here, feel it.” Suddenly Matt’s hand was in Foggy’s hair. Foggy was right, his hair was amazing. It was super soft and it smelled like the same apple shampoo he had been using since college. Matt liked that Foggy’s hair was long and allowed him to hear when Foggy’s head was nodding or shaking. It was also amazing hair simply because it was Foggy’s.
“Okay fine, you have great hair,” Matt said kissing Foggy, “Can we go home now?”
“Karen left already and I’m done for the day so I don’t see why not.”
Matt and Foggy walked home in comfortable silence. Foggy still let Matt hold his arm even though he knew Matt was perfectly capable of walking home on his own.
Matt and Foggy had been living together for about a year. Turns out when your best friend fakes his death then disappears off the face of the earth for 5 years you develop a little bit of separation anxiety. Not that Matt was complaining, he would live with Foggy for the rest of his life if Foggy would let him.
To strangers it probably seemed weird that Matt and Foggy had moved in together before their first date but after all the shit they had been through, they figured it wasn’t worth waiting. Plus people had treated them like a married couple since college, so was this really that big of a difference. Not that they were getting married, what they had was better than that. Foggy had said it himself all those years ago in the bar, their relationship was way more important than a civil union.
Nelson, Murdock, and Page (which for a time had only been Nelson and Page but the name never changed) had been doing pretty good for itself so Foggy and Matt were able to afford a nice one bedroom place that wasn’t right next to a humming LED billboard.
Matt dropped Foggy’s arm and let him unlock the door for them. Discarding his stuff, Foggy walked into the kitchen.
“Go wash your hair while I make dinner,” Foggy ordered as he started pulling vegetables out of the fridge. Based on the smells Matt guessed he was making some kind of stew.
Obeying Foggy, Matt got in the shower and washed the day off of him. Drying himself off, he ran a hand through his hair self-consciously. Foggy’ll fix it, he thought, pulling on sweats and an old Columbia shirt. Matt exited the bathroom and joined Foggy in the kitchen.
“So what was Spiderman like?” Foggy said, placing a bowl in front of Matt. “I kinda wish I came but it was probably better that you went alone, ya know vigilante stuff and all that.”
“He’s just so young Foggy. I mean, sure, I was young when I started training with Stick but I wasn’t doing the vigilante thing until much later.”
“God, it's crazy that Spiderman is 17.”
“Sad your favorite superhero is a kid?” Matt teased. But Foggy’s reply was serious.
“He’s not my favorite.”
“Oh…Captain America?”
“No you idiot, you’re my favorite superhero.” Foggy said it like a joke but his heart was beating steady and there was a weight to the words that seemed far too serious for the conversation they were having.
“Foggy I’m not—“
“Cut the crap Matt, we are not gonna argue about whether the man in the red armor who beats up bad guys and has a secret identity is a superhero.”
Matt shut his mouth and continued eating his stew. Despite his rules, Foggy had really seemed to accept Matt as Daredevil.
When they were both finished Matt cleared up the dishes while Foggy rummaged around the bathroom to get the things needed for Matt’s haircut. Foggy sat Matt in a chair in the bathroom and put a towel around his neck. He then squatted down to Matt’s eye level. Matt assumed he was looking at his hair. But he couldn’t see so maybe Foggy was just checking him out.
“You have great hair, Matt.” Foggy said, standing up and grabbing a brush.
“Like an hour ago you told me it was shit”
“No, I said your haircut was shit. Because it was. Your hair on the other hand is great. It’s super soft and fluffy and it's this really pretty color. Like it’s brown but sometimes the light will hit it and it will look a little red and you have a couple gray hairs in there but somehow it works for you. Also before you cut it it was pretty well styled for a blind guy.” Matt blushed. Despite literally sleeping in the same bed as this man, every time he was complimented Matt still felt the same way as when Foggy called him attractive upon their first meeting.
“Only scissors?” Matt asked when he smelled the metal moving through his hair and couldn’t hear the electrical buzz of a razor that normally cut his hair.
“I was thinking an electric razor buzzing that close to your ears would be sensory hell. Plus I can do everything I need to with the scissors and I doubt you worry about getting cut.” Matt didn’t know what to say. Foggy was constantly raising the bar for how caring a person could be and Matt knew that no one in his life had ever thought that much about him and his feelings.
“Thanks, Fog.” Matt said, trying to keep the emotion out of his voice. “So what are you doing anyway?”
“Ok, well now that you’ve showered, it’s not that bad. I’m just gonna shape it back to the way it was and trim it so I won’t have to give you a haircut for another couple months.”
“You’re gonna cut my hair again?”
“‘Course. You obviously can’t be trusted to do it yourself. I really should have been cutting it this whole time come to think of it.” Foggy said before they fell into casual conversation as Foggy continued cutting his hair for a couple more minutes.
“Alright I know you can’t see it but I think it looks good.” Foggy dusted the hair from his shoulders and kissed his cheek. “You wanna feel it or something?”
“No, I trust you,” Matt replied, standing up and giving him a proper kiss. “Thank you, Foggy.”
“You’re welcome, that’ll be 40 dollars.” Foggy said giggling.
“Fog!”
“What? I’m living on a lawyer's salary which should be nice but when your partners choose 99% pro bono is actually not that much.”
“Oh, well, in that case.”
“Unless you had another way you think you could repay me?” Foggy was smirking and Matt’s face was already heating up.
“I can think of a couple”