They both knew exactly how events transpired, such was fact. What they garnered from them, how they felt about each individual element of recent times, wasn't quite the same. Karen likely knew that just as well as Matt did. Jaw working forward a tiny bit, lips closed, he breathed out through his nose in a nearly silent sigh. One she could likely still hear given how little sound there was other than their own voices, the occasional scrape or bump of chairs, bottles, moving about. It wasn't of annoyance, but of resignation. He wouldn't fight her on it, on that notion of her taking some of the blame. It didn't change his mind, all the same, but she had every right and as much a need to speak her mind as he did.
He didn't need her to shoulder any of the blame to have felt a sincere need to go to her. He'd done that all with the way his heart currently felt, still weighed down with the mistakes he'd made. Honestly, he wasn't sure if it could lighten, but he wanted to be in her life, and part of him was hopeful that the guilt could fade with time merely from her presence. Not from her taking any of the blame, but just her being in his life once more. Fully, rather than them both being on the sidelines of one another's business and time.
Then she kept wanting to talk about Foggy. Hell, he shouldn't be surprised. She had a huge heart. Hearing the edge to her smile, he almost smiled back at the literal wage of enchiladas Foggy may end up taking. "Yeah," he said simply, not at all convinced that it could work. "He...probably needs time. Away from me. I haven't exactly been...the best best friend." A beat, another sigh. "I'm not wanting to change how I feel about him, Karen. But, I just don't know if he'd want to do that right now. An intervention." All very defeatist, yes, but he honestly wondered if Foggy shouldn't continue to be off, flying free and soaring in life, without the weight of being the best friend of Daredevil.
He smiled down at their hands when she took hold of his, listening, gears working in his mind as she explained. The pieces clicked together quicker than she may have assumed they would. At first, he didn't want to believe it, lips parted as he started over at her. Hand staying tight with hers, he was glad when the hold didn't falter, sensing the increase of tension, of actual salt in the air with perspiration and tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.
A couple of seconds passed, yet his reply was quick. "You could have told me," he said simply, quietly, not wanting to hurt her, but desperately wishing to have her know exactly what was in his heart. Leaning in closer to her, holding even tighter onto her hand, he added, "You...Karen. You know I would never fault you for self-defense, don't you?" The words could have sounded selfish, his brain bouncing to his perception of her struggle. Yet, it was a reality that she'd waited to tell him, and he was confident that he knew why. Because Daredevil wouldn't kill, and he and Karen had had conversations about this. Killing. Whether or not it should be done out of necessity at times or not. Like the way that Castle killed.
Chair scraping along the floor, he edged in even closer to her, knee bumping against and settling there by her leg. "I'm so sorry, Karen. That you went through that. I --" no, then wasn't the time to state how much he wished he had been there to protect her. "You're...so strong." Which, yes, honestly took him by surprise. Not that she was mentally, physically, strong, but that she possessed the power of will to have done what she did, to be recounting those details there. To a man she knew was so against murder. Except, it wasn't that. Self-defense was, always would be, different.
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He didn't need her to shoulder any of the blame to have felt a sincere need to go to her. He'd done that all with the way his heart currently felt, still weighed down with the mistakes he'd made. Honestly, he wasn't sure if it could lighten, but he wanted to be in her life, and part of him was hopeful that the guilt could fade with time merely from her presence. Not from her taking any of the blame, but just her being in his life once more. Fully, rather than them both being on the sidelines of one another's business and time.
Then she kept wanting to talk about Foggy. Hell, he shouldn't be surprised. She had a huge heart. Hearing the edge to her smile, he almost smiled back at the literal wage of enchiladas Foggy may end up taking. "Yeah," he said simply, not at all convinced that it could work. "He...probably needs time. Away from me. I haven't exactly been...the best best friend." A beat, another sigh. "I'm not wanting to change how I feel about him, Karen. But, I just don't know if he'd want to do that right now. An intervention." All very defeatist, yes, but he honestly wondered if Foggy shouldn't continue to be off, flying free and soaring in life, without the weight of being the best friend of Daredevil.
He smiled down at their hands when she took hold of his, listening, gears working in his mind as she explained. The pieces clicked together quicker than she may have assumed they would. At first, he didn't want to believe it, lips parted as he started over at her. Hand staying tight with hers, he was glad when the hold didn't falter, sensing the increase of tension, of actual salt in the air with perspiration and tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.
A couple of seconds passed, yet his reply was quick. "You could have told me," he said simply, quietly, not wanting to hurt her, but desperately wishing to have her know exactly what was in his heart. Leaning in closer to her, holding even tighter onto her hand, he added, "You...Karen. You know I would never fault you for self-defense, don't you?" The words could have sounded selfish, his brain bouncing to his perception of her struggle. Yet, it was a reality that she'd waited to tell him, and he was confident that he knew why. Because Daredevil wouldn't kill, and he and Karen had had conversations about this. Killing. Whether or not it should be done out of necessity at times or not. Like the way that Castle killed.
Chair scraping along the floor, he edged in even closer to her, knee bumping against and settling there by her leg. "I'm so sorry, Karen. That you went through that. I --" no, then wasn't the time to state how much he wished he had been there to protect her. "You're...so strong." Which, yes, honestly took him by surprise. Not that she was mentally, physically, strong, but that she possessed the power of will to have done what she did, to be recounting those details there. To a man she knew was so against murder. Except, it wasn't that. Self-defense was, always would be, different.