I Shouted Out
Matt had dealt with the incident that interrupted him and Foggy. Then he went home. Leaving the rest to the law. No one was hurt.
Foggy wanted to know him.
He wanted to know Foggy.
It was simple. He should’ve just told him who he was. Problem solved. Yet it was so difficult for Matt to show him his face. Matt and Karen closed the firm for today. Too much going on. Besides they both deserve a break.
Normally Karen and Matt don’t day drink but.... today was an off day.
They were at Josie’s. The bar was littered with a few people every now and then. Most of them were too drunk to even notice them. The ones that weren’t completely drunk were too engaged with conversation to care for them. They sat at a table in the empty corner of the room.
Karen hadn’t asked him about last night yet. She knew not to bring it up. Not yet at least.
He wasn’t going to get really drunk. Probably just one drink and relax at Matt’s apartment.
There must’ve been a look on Matt’s face because after about 10 minutes of drinking in silence, she spoke.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
Karen may not have the ability to hear heartbeats but she always seemed to know when he was lying. He was also pretty bad at lying.
Karen never said anything. But there was an air about her that almost was asking him to try again.
“What if he doesn’t like me.”
“What?”
“Foggy,” Matt said. “What if he doesn’t like me.”
“Like I said,” Karen responded. “He was the one that approached you during your night job. So he must -“
“No not like that,” Matt interrupted. “I think he likes me when I’m doing my night job.”
Matt felt as if the air in the room heated up. It really didn’t but he felt like it did. He always found it harder to breath air when it was hot. The cold was always nicer. It was harder to breath.
“What if he doesn’t like Matt Murdock?”
The question seemed to bring the temperature in the room up.
Karen didn’t seem to know what to say.
Matt wasn’t always very insecure. It was just that he didn’t want to screw up this relationship. It was important.
Foggy was expecting this important person to be behind the mask. A hero with and without the mask. Someone rich and smart like Tony Stark. Or perhaps noble and loyal like James Rhodes. He could be expecting an actual genius like Bruce Banner. Someone important and flashy and famous. Maybe he even expected a god, like Thor. That wasn’t him. He wasn’t very well known except as the blind guy. He did help people but would Foggy see that? Would he be unimpressed?
He didn’t want to disappoint him
Karen’s voice broke him out of his downward spiral.
“Why don’t we ask him?”