Matt wasn't the best at knowing what to say to suggest in reclaiming, starting anew oftentimes, in friendships when they went awry. No qualms about putting in the effort to do so, the starting point tended to throw him. That he and Foggy did so after the latter first found out the mask and suit Matt donned, sure came from willing parties, but it almost felt like it was meant to fall into place.
That was how he felt about his friendship with Karen too. They were meant to be friends and as troublesome a thought it was to let her into the darkest side of his life, he'd chosen to take that risk and wasn't going to back away from it.
A heavy sigh, full of relief, left him when she didn't stop the embrace, holding tightly onto her too. All he thought as she softly spoke back words, still so full of emotion, was agreement as she went on. Whatever she might have to tell him? Perhaps foolishly, or because of how much all of what they spoke of truly had to do with himself and Daredevil, he didn't think into it. Just that she had other things to express to him. It wasn't selfish, he was just too engrossed with aiming to patch up what he'd erroneously done, to help pave a way to having something akin to what they had before.
Face shifting farther in toward her neck when she'd choked on her words, he pulled away just so, though maintained a deeper level of calm in his stance, at least, given how relieved he was that she was letting them stay as he'd encouraged them toward.
"Ask. Anything. I mean it, Karen. I'll tell you whatever you want to know." Totally sincere in that. "Full disclosure." Thinking that what she might need to tell him had to do with, well, what they were discussing? He let those words answer for all she'd said.
Hands pressing against her, cheek almost brushing up against hers, he whispered, "I want a shot, to be your friend again. A real friend." Which was entirely true as well. He felt the pang of regret over losing what they'd had, as far as the dates and kisses and other unspoken ideas had gone, yet it was a fleeting thought. Focusing on their friendship, rebuilding it, that's what mattered.
"We can talk, however long you want. Here. Or, somewhere to get coffee." With a light click of his teeth as he paused, voice still quiet, pondering whether or not to make his next thought aloud. "I can always break into your building if you want back in there too." Well, it was true.
Re: Karen Page | Daredevil
That was how he felt about his friendship with Karen too. They were meant to be friends and as troublesome a thought it was to let her into the darkest side of his life, he'd chosen to take that risk and wasn't going to back away from it.
A heavy sigh, full of relief, left him when she didn't stop the embrace, holding tightly onto her too. All he thought as she softly spoke back words, still so full of emotion, was agreement as she went on. Whatever she might have to tell him? Perhaps foolishly, or because of how much all of what they spoke of truly had to do with himself and Daredevil, he didn't think into it. Just that she had other things to express to him. It wasn't selfish, he was just too engrossed with aiming to patch up what he'd erroneously done, to help pave a way to having something akin to what they had before.
Face shifting farther in toward her neck when she'd choked on her words, he pulled away just so, though maintained a deeper level of calm in his stance, at least, given how relieved he was that she was letting them stay as he'd encouraged them toward.
"Ask. Anything. I mean it, Karen. I'll tell you whatever you want to know." Totally sincere in that. "Full disclosure." Thinking that what she might need to tell him had to do with, well, what they were discussing? He let those words answer for all she'd said.
Hands pressing against her, cheek almost brushing up against hers, he whispered, "I want a shot, to be your friend again. A real friend." Which was entirely true as well. He felt the pang of regret over losing what they'd had, as far as the dates and kisses and other unspoken ideas had gone, yet it was a fleeting thought. Focusing on their friendship, rebuilding it, that's what mattered.
"We can talk, however long you want. Here. Or, somewhere to get coffee." With a light click of his teeth as he paused, voice still quiet, pondering whether or not to make his next thought aloud. "I can always break into your building if you want back in there too." Well, it was true.