What Matt wanted for Foggy or Karen, as far their jobs went, well that didn't really matter. He'd made his bed, and he needed to lie in it, and if she was happy being a reporter? He'd be happy for her. He'd also be watching closely to be sure that no one fucked around with trying to hurt her, because he knew just how deeper she might go into trouble to get the true details of a story. He wouldn't let her get hurt, if he could stop it.
He was glad for their hands staying held together, grounding them both. He could feel it, the brief hesitance and then submission to what physically felt nice. There was no great harm in holding hands, though he could feel how much it brought them together, and why that could feel somewhat dangerous to give into so quickly. Still, he had no plans on doing anything else, just wanted to hold her hand, to keep her close.
He wished that he could stop her crying, his own chest tight as he kept any other tears at bay, not thinking just yet how they wouldn't have the veil from the rain to hide them once they were inside. And inside, certainly, there would be more tears.
Saying openly how he planned to use the roof to get inside, it was but a comment to slip into speaking about the other side of his life. He didn't want to bring her any discomfort in knowing more about that reality, and he smiled in spite of thinking that he heard a hint of hurt in her tone.
"That'd be easier," he replied, definitely feeling her nerves and wishing he could erase those too. He'd nodded when she told him where the access door was. "I'll be fast, though, and I'll be able to hear down here, if anything happens. Just, go stand by the front door, and I'll be down in just a minute, okay?" He squeezed her hand, trying to be reassuring, tone confident as he gave a little smile. Then, he let go and looked over toward the door that lead her apartment building, waiting for her to settle beside it before he went.
Finding his way up via fire escape ladders, he found that the door atop the roof was actually already ajar, scoffing down at it and shutting the damned thing. Really, the security there. Seriously. Then, quick as could be, dashing right down the stairs, actually looking out of breath (on purpose, okay? what? sometimes he could be a dork too) by the time he got to door, he was smiling, actually grinning for a moment, opening it for Karen to step inside.
"See? No property damages at all." Another joke in the midst of pained hearts, but it was the truth?
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He was glad for their hands staying held together, grounding them both. He could feel it, the brief hesitance and then submission to what physically felt nice. There was no great harm in holding hands, though he could feel how much it brought them together, and why that could feel somewhat dangerous to give into so quickly. Still, he had no plans on doing anything else, just wanted to hold her hand, to keep her close.
He wished that he could stop her crying, his own chest tight as he kept any other tears at bay, not thinking just yet how they wouldn't have the veil from the rain to hide them once they were inside. And inside, certainly, there would be more tears.
Saying openly how he planned to use the roof to get inside, it was but a comment to slip into speaking about the other side of his life. He didn't want to bring her any discomfort in knowing more about that reality, and he smiled in spite of thinking that he heard a hint of hurt in her tone.
"That'd be easier," he replied, definitely feeling her nerves and wishing he could erase those too. He'd nodded when she told him where the access door was. "I'll be fast, though, and I'll be able to hear down here, if anything happens. Just, go stand by the front door, and I'll be down in just a minute, okay?" He squeezed her hand, trying to be reassuring, tone confident as he gave a little smile. Then, he let go and looked over toward the door that lead her apartment building, waiting for her to settle beside it before he went.
Finding his way up via fire escape ladders, he found that the door atop the roof was actually already ajar, scoffing down at it and shutting the damned thing. Really, the security there. Seriously. Then, quick as could be, dashing right down the stairs, actually looking out of breath (on purpose, okay? what? sometimes he could be a dork too) by the time he got to door, he was smiling, actually grinning for a moment, opening it for Karen to step inside.
"See? No property damages at all." Another joke in the midst of pained hearts, but it was the truth?