Welcome to Matthew Murdock, Double Standard 101, Ms. Karen Page. He wasn't going to come right out and say it, but he absolutely put her above himself in that moment when it came to what he trying to get across. He'd blamed himself for deaths lots of times. Karen, though? He wouldn't sit by and let her blame herself. Hypocrisy? Maybe, but it was what he was going with.
He shook his head ever so softly when she kept trying to take responsibility that he felt was completely unnecessary. Tongue almost darting out to lick over his bottom lip, his head shook once more before he pressed with, "Ben knew the dangers of what he was doing. All the time, Karen. He knew. You can't...it's not your fault. It never will be."
With a hard swallow he tried to push down, his forehead creased when she admitted that she didn't want to tell either of them what she'd done. Bringing a hand down into his own lap, he squeezed fingers into his palm.
"Karen," came a whisper, disbelief etched into his face when she pointed out that she was worried he'd have wanted her to turn herself in. To do the right thing. Shit. She had him there, that that's what she would've believed he'd want, even if then and there, knowing what she'd told him, he'd turned full circle. Making a special circumstance in his change of thought. For her. Yet, he couldn't help it. "I'd never want you to do that, not when it happened like it did." And he completely believed all the details she'd shared.
She wasn't hateful. Hostile. No murderous thoughts in her head, other than passing distress over seeing how some may hurt others. What was done to Wesley was in self-defense. Necessary. Simple.
His breath held, distress writing on his features in that moment, with how she finished off her thoughts. "I...god, Karen. I'm...I shoul-" a labored sigh, face tilting down, hand going up to grab around his beer bottle, easing fingers gently around it. "I'm sorry. That it happened that way. That you felt like you lost us." Well, so had he, but. Details. It was harder, hearing her having gone through it.
Reaching out to her again, sliding fingers atop hers, he whispered out, "You don't? Regret it? Why?" Bold a question as any, but he had to ask. "To protect us?" Which was his job, thank you very much, but alas. Looked there was a good deal Matt wasn't privy to.
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He shook his head ever so softly when she kept trying to take responsibility that he felt was completely unnecessary. Tongue almost darting out to lick over his bottom lip, his head shook once more before he pressed with, "Ben knew the dangers of what he was doing. All the time, Karen. He knew. You can't...it's not your fault. It never will be."
With a hard swallow he tried to push down, his forehead creased when she admitted that she didn't want to tell either of them what she'd done. Bringing a hand down into his own lap, he squeezed fingers into his palm.
"Karen," came a whisper, disbelief etched into his face when she pointed out that she was worried he'd have wanted her to turn herself in. To do the right thing. Shit. She had him there, that that's what she would've believed he'd want, even if then and there, knowing what she'd told him, he'd turned full circle. Making a special circumstance in his change of thought. For her. Yet, he couldn't help it. "I'd never want you to do that, not when it happened like it did." And he completely believed all the details she'd shared.
She wasn't hateful. Hostile. No murderous thoughts in her head, other than passing distress over seeing how some may hurt others. What was done to Wesley was in self-defense. Necessary. Simple.
His breath held, distress writing on his features in that moment, with how she finished off her thoughts. "I...god, Karen. I'm...I shoul-" a labored sigh, face tilting down, hand going up to grab around his beer bottle, easing fingers gently around it. "I'm sorry. That it happened that way. That you felt like you lost us." Well, so had he, but. Details. It was harder, hearing her having gone through it.
Reaching out to her again, sliding fingers atop hers, he whispered out, "You don't? Regret it? Why?" Bold a question as any, but he had to ask. "To protect us?" Which was his job, thank you very much, but alas. Looked there was a good deal Matt wasn't privy to.