It all felt like madness, that life had fallen apart and left them both scattered into tiny pieces over the entirity of Hell's Kitchen. Yet standing there in the rain, feeling the soft drops hit her skin, sliding through her hair and down the back of her neck, all of it would become a reminder of this moment. A reminder of feeling Matt's arms around her, so strong in that hold and knowing just how strong he truly was. It would make her think about feeling the tiny pieces starting to once more fuse back together. Just those first tiny bits but it was a start.
Her fingers caught the back of his shirt, balling up in the fabric as if fearing he would try to pull away, not willing to let him go. Despite knowing he was still in Hell's Kitchen, still technically in her life, but this was different. This was learning that just because he was Daredevil, it didn't mean they couldn't, maybe just maybe, still have them as well.
And she would just seek friendship, knowing that she had to have that... but it didn't mean she wouldn't think about what else they could have had, how much more she would love to have with him. Her heart would recover, but not having him in her life at all, she wouldn't make it then.
When he shifted, she tugged at his shirt, pulling him back in close with her. "Don't go. Please. Matt." She wanted to almost beg, to plead even though she knew he wasn't leaving, and he wasn't going to go away. Not yet.
Despite the pain, she laughed when he talked about breaking into her place. It shouldn't have been funny, but it would have been before, even now.
"Well, I have coffee at my place and less people listening but, if you would feel better somewhere open," she murmured, not wanting him to feel trapped if they went back to her place, but some of the things she knew they needed to talk about were not things they needed others to overhear as well.
Re: Karen Page | Daredevil
Her fingers caught the back of his shirt, balling up in the fabric as if fearing he would try to pull away, not willing to let him go. Despite knowing he was still in Hell's Kitchen, still technically in her life, but this was different. This was learning that just because he was Daredevil, it didn't mean they couldn't, maybe just maybe, still have them as well.
And she would just seek friendship, knowing that she had to have that... but it didn't mean she wouldn't think about what else they could have had, how much more she would love to have with him. Her heart would recover, but not having him in her life at all, she wouldn't make it then.
When he shifted, she tugged at his shirt, pulling him back in close with her. "Don't go. Please. Matt." She wanted to almost beg, to plead even though she knew he wasn't leaving, and he wasn't going to go away. Not yet.
Despite the pain, she laughed when he talked about breaking into her place. It shouldn't have been funny, but it would have been before, even now.
"Well, I have coffee at my place and less people listening but, if you would feel better somewhere open," she murmured, not wanting him to feel trapped if they went back to her place, but some of the things she knew they needed to talk about were not things they needed others to overhear as well.