I don't think it counts as something you're putting on me if I keep trying to take it.
[ It's light, trying to keep in tune with the little laugh Matt huffs out, even if he means it. But he's quiet after that, just listening, and holding on to Matt as tight as Matt'll let him.
The more Matt talks, the more Foggy just wants to pick him up and never, ever let him go - the more he wishes that he could have been there when Matt was a kid, that Matt could have known at least one person who could've drilled it through his head that it wasn't a burden to be taken care of sometime before he went to college. Someone who could've made him feel like he was something precious, the way Foggy wants to make him feel.
He's distracted for a moment when Matt pulls back, but then goes still when Matt's words register, and he realizes what he's saying. And it's - Foggy's thought about it since the morning that he argued that they deserved to be together and have a chance at happiness, of course he has. Every so often the doubts he's keeping away by a combination of focusing on Matt and the amount of practice he has in nope not now resurface, and he indulges them for a moment or two before shoving them right back down where they belong.
Right now, there's nothing he wants more than to believe that Matt means that as much as Foggy had when he said it. That even if they were back in their world, even if Matt'd had enough distance from what happened that grief wasn't constantly at the edge of his mind, even if Matt had his senses and was more confident of his place in things, even if Elektra was an option - Matt'd still be with him.
And he - he believes that Matt believes it. But they're not back in their world, and Matt doesn't have enough distance from his grief or his senses back, and Foggy's currently doing a pretty good job at not only keeping that buried among his swirling uncertainties, but deluding himself in thinking that it'll be okay if all of that changes things.
He cups Matt's face in his hands, runs his thumbs over his cheekbones to catch any lingering tear tracks. ]
You know how much I love hearing you say something's only because it's me? [ A lot, it's a lot, and Foggy's heart is racing in a way that, well, that it usually is when they're in bed and Matt's done something that he likes, but that's beside the point. ]
A lot of stuff's happened, and like you said, you've got a lot to unpack. You don't have to say it back. I'm not going anywhere, no matter what.
[ And it's his turn to give a little huff of a laugh. ]
Besides, I'm not in love with any of those other people out there in pain, so, you know, this isn't a one-sized fits all offer. You're not taking anything from them by letting me take care of you. All these things you think make you selfish - you're not, sweetheart, it's not selfish to want that. Or to let me do what I already want to.
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[ It's light, trying to keep in tune with the little laugh Matt huffs out, even if he means it. But he's quiet after that, just listening, and holding on to Matt as tight as Matt'll let him.
The more Matt talks, the more Foggy just wants to pick him up and never, ever let him go - the more he wishes that he could have been there when Matt was a kid, that Matt could have known at least one person who could've drilled it through his head that it wasn't a burden to be taken care of sometime before he went to college. Someone who could've made him feel like he was something precious, the way Foggy wants to make him feel.
He's distracted for a moment when Matt pulls back, but then goes still when Matt's words register, and he realizes what he's saying. And it's - Foggy's thought about it since the morning that he argued that they deserved to be together and have a chance at happiness, of course he has. Every so often the doubts he's keeping away by a combination of focusing on Matt and the amount of practice he has in nope not now resurface, and he indulges them for a moment or two before shoving them right back down where they belong.
Right now, there's nothing he wants more than to believe that Matt means that as much as Foggy had when he said it. That even if they were back in their world, even if Matt'd had enough distance from what happened that grief wasn't constantly at the edge of his mind, even if Matt had his senses and was more confident of his place in things, even if Elektra was an option - Matt'd still be with him.
And he - he believes that Matt believes it. But they're not back in their world, and Matt doesn't have enough distance from his grief or his senses back, and Foggy's currently doing a pretty good job at not only keeping that buried among his swirling uncertainties, but deluding himself in thinking that it'll be okay if all of that changes things.
He cups Matt's face in his hands, runs his thumbs over his cheekbones to catch any lingering tear tracks. ]
You know how much I love hearing you say something's only because it's me? [ A lot, it's a lot, and Foggy's heart is racing in a way that, well, that it usually is when they're in bed and Matt's done something that he likes, but that's beside the point. ]
A lot of stuff's happened, and like you said, you've got a lot to unpack. You don't have to say it back. I'm not going anywhere, no matter what.
[ And it's his turn to give a little huff of a laugh. ]
Besides, I'm not in love with any of those other people out there in pain, so, you know, this isn't a one-sized fits all offer. You're not taking anything from them by letting me take care of you. All these things you think make you selfish - you're not, sweetheart, it's not selfish to want that. Or to let me do what I already want to.