Well shit, that explained that. Hell, it was a damn good lie, though the blunt reality of just how he'd made his own best friend lie for him made Matt work his jaw a little, glancing over to the bottle while Karen continued to speak.
Then, as she finished, mentioned the bare minimums of what all they could drink together, he let his fingers slid away from hers and back onto the bottle, sliding it back over to in front of where he sat again. "Good point, about what else besides coffee," he said lamely, both grateful and pained at hearing the true and full explanation as to why she'd ever thought he was an alcoholic.
Plus, why the hell would she have given him a beer if that was what she'd still thought? God, he needed to clear his head and focus on his friends again for once, actually and truly.
He looked down into his lap for a moment after she asked, pressing his lips together before he gave a quick exhale. You could never truly rehearse an explanation for what he needed to say, so didn't rely on any time he'd tried to do that at home. This, telling her, needed to be completely organic.
"Told you the truth. Sooner. About being the Devil of Hell's Kitchen." Lips twitching, jaw tight for a second, he knew it sounded so obvious and lame, yet it was the truth. "It would've prevented you from getting hurt, running into what you have, because of me, and...I don't know how all it makes you feel," to know that he was Daredevil, which was partly a lie since he could sense her physical reactions to it and assess accordingly, but he meant it on a much deeper level than just that. Thankfully, he wasn't additionally an actual mind-reader. "but I should've given you the chance to know more. If you wanted to."
A hard swallow and pause as he took a long drink of his beer, grateful to have it. As he lowered it, he shook his head just slightly. "When Foggy found out, it wasn't on purpose," which, hey, he still felt like shit about, okay?, "and, I think it made me block up that part of myself that thought it could be okay to try explaining it someone else, but I was wrong. It was a mistake, and...it really is, all on me. I wish I'd given you the chance to know earlier, Karen."
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Then, as she finished, mentioned the bare minimums of what all they could drink together, he let his fingers slid away from hers and back onto the bottle, sliding it back over to in front of where he sat again. "Good point, about what else besides coffee," he said lamely, both grateful and pained at hearing the true and full explanation as to why she'd ever thought he was an alcoholic.
Plus, why the hell would she have given him a beer if that was what she'd still thought? God, he needed to clear his head and focus on his friends again for once, actually and truly.
He looked down into his lap for a moment after she asked, pressing his lips together before he gave a quick exhale. You could never truly rehearse an explanation for what he needed to say, so didn't rely on any time he'd tried to do that at home. This, telling her, needed to be completely organic.
"Told you the truth. Sooner. About being the Devil of Hell's Kitchen." Lips twitching, jaw tight for a second, he knew it sounded so obvious and lame, yet it was the truth. "It would've prevented you from getting hurt, running into what you have, because of me, and...I don't know how all it makes you feel," to know that he was Daredevil, which was partly a lie since he could sense her physical reactions to it and assess accordingly, but he meant it on a much deeper level than just that. Thankfully, he wasn't additionally an actual mind-reader. "but I should've given you the chance to know more. If you wanted to."
A hard swallow and pause as he took a long drink of his beer, grateful to have it. As he lowered it, he shook his head just slightly. "When Foggy found out, it wasn't on purpose," which, hey, he still felt like shit about, okay?, "and, I think it made me block up that part of myself that thought it could be okay to try explaining it someone else, but I was wrong. It was a mistake, and...it really is, all on me. I wish I'd given you the chance to know earlier, Karen."