After Karen saw another woman laying in his bed, after he lost what he'd had with her, Matt coped only by engrossing himself into action in the city. Into doing what was required to make Hell's Kitchen a safer place for the whole.
With them both buried in pain, neither mentally or physically prim or neat, Matt had begun to dwell a lot on his own struggles too. The little differences in all that made up Karen's side of the anguish blended together, and he had a difficult time trying to focus on any specific one. The more she cried, the more upset he became, the exaggerated senses having a mind of their own and creating almost an empathy between them. One that seemed to want to scream out understanding and explanation in equal measure, yet was unable to do either.
He did focus on her when she said his name, all of himself burning over into her as she implored him to listen.
The mention of Foggy having to lie to her made his chin tremble, forehead creasing. That was honestly one of the worst parts of it all, that he'd lied to two friends, then made one lie to another. What the hell was he doing? No one was ever even supposed to find out about what he'd been doing as a vigilante...never. His teeth chattered just so when she went on, suggesting how she could have been there for him. He didn't know how, which made them standing there, him confiding in her so much, all the more terrifying. Was this another mistake, telling her everything?
Lips twitching, head shaking even as she asked him why his trust of Elektra seemed to be so much greater than what he had in Foggy or Karen. "No!" The declaration carried up into the sky, echoing between the buildings before he lowered his voice again, both hands going into fists at his sides. "She doesn't." He almost sounded like he wasn't so confident in that response, but he was. He hadn't chosen for Elektra to come back, to ruin the part of his life that included a bright, beautiful blonde soul. He flinched a bit when Karen moved, not having a quick enough response for what he'd imagined she'd been doing while he'd been out, abandoning her, before she turned back.
Then she was close again, nearly in his face, but he made no move to distance himself back or to the side. He stood there, looking over at her, want to reach out to somehow physically make it better overcoming him.
"That's-You," his breath caught, head shaking, shoulder finally slumping against the wall, "I didn't chose anyone over you." He was there for them, when he could be, balancing. Balance. He wasn't...oh hell. It all crashed down on him in an instant. He knew how he'd disappointed both of them, yet he'd let himself live in the delusion that he'd been doing what he needed to, that they just didn't understand. His neck bent, face shifting downward as it crumpled, tears starting to flow out more freely. "I didn't...I'm sorry, Karen. I didn't, I didn't mean for it to be like that."
The dark, dirty ground had no place to be what his attention was on, and yet, he couldn't look up as he continued. "It's not not being trustworthy. I trust you, Foggy. More than anyone else. I just didn't want you to get to hurt." Which he knew sounded absolutely asinine. Breathing out, breath catching again, he paused for a few seconds. "Two, only two, before Foggy. Stick," and he said the name, not even realizing she didn't know who the hell he was talking about, "knew on his own, and so did she. Elektra. She figured it out. I didn't go out of my way to tell her. And that was...it was before I was him. Daredevil."
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With them both buried in pain, neither mentally or physically prim or neat, Matt had begun to dwell a lot on his own struggles too. The little differences in all that made up Karen's side of the anguish blended together, and he had a difficult time trying to focus on any specific one. The more she cried, the more upset he became, the exaggerated senses having a mind of their own and creating almost an empathy between them. One that seemed to want to scream out understanding and explanation in equal measure, yet was unable to do either.
He did focus on her when she said his name, all of himself burning over into her as she implored him to listen.
The mention of Foggy having to lie to her made his chin tremble, forehead creasing. That was honestly one of the worst parts of it all, that he'd lied to two friends, then made one lie to another. What the hell was he doing? No one was ever even supposed to find out about what he'd been doing as a vigilante...never. His teeth chattered just so when she went on, suggesting how she could have been there for him. He didn't know how, which made them standing there, him confiding in her so much, all the more terrifying. Was this another mistake, telling her everything?
Lips twitching, head shaking even as she asked him why his trust of Elektra seemed to be so much greater than what he had in Foggy or Karen. "No!" The declaration carried up into the sky, echoing between the buildings before he lowered his voice again, both hands going into fists at his sides. "She doesn't." He almost sounded like he wasn't so confident in that response, but he was. He hadn't chosen for Elektra to come back, to ruin the part of his life that included a bright, beautiful blonde soul. He flinched a bit when Karen moved, not having a quick enough response for what he'd imagined she'd been doing while he'd been out, abandoning her, before she turned back.
Then she was close again, nearly in his face, but he made no move to distance himself back or to the side. He stood there, looking over at her, want to reach out to somehow physically make it better overcoming him.
"That's-You," his breath caught, head shaking, shoulder finally slumping against the wall, "I didn't chose anyone over you." He was there for them, when he could be, balancing. Balance. He wasn't...oh hell. It all crashed down on him in an instant. He knew how he'd disappointed both of them, yet he'd let himself live in the delusion that he'd been doing what he needed to, that they just didn't understand. His neck bent, face shifting downward as it crumpled, tears starting to flow out more freely. "I didn't...I'm sorry, Karen. I didn't, I didn't mean for it to be like that."
The dark, dirty ground had no place to be what his attention was on, and yet, he couldn't look up as he continued. "It's not not being trustworthy. I trust you, Foggy. More than anyone else. I just didn't want you to get to hurt." Which he knew sounded absolutely asinine. Breathing out, breath catching again, he paused for a few seconds. "Two, only two, before Foggy. Stick," and he said the name, not even realizing she didn't know who the hell he was talking about, "knew on his own, and so did she. Elektra. She figured it out. I didn't go out of my way to tell her. And that was...it was before I was him. Daredevil."