[ Great, they're moving on to the battering of personal insults part of the argument. Most of the time in college Foggy'd just gotten smug at this point, because in his experience people tend to shift to insulting you and your friends and your relationships when they've trying to stall to come up with better counter points to your argument. Or when they've run out of them completely, but Foggy's not sure their luck'd be that good without him putting a little influence on it.
But this isn't most times. Foggy's not quite stable enough at the moment not to internalize some of that. He knows he's not stupid, and that his relationship with Matt is different from their relationships in the past, and he wants to think that this time he can make sure that Matt finds exactly what he's been looking for - but deep down he's not as sure of himself as he is of Matt. His faith in Matt is damn near unshakable, his faith in his own ability to be everything Matt needs and wants? That's a little less steady.
He's a second away from lashing out and saying something like that sounds like someone who's never been able to have a satisfying sexual encounter or what are you doing thinking about how big my dick is you creep when Matt snaps.
And Foggy's heart does that stupid quick palpitation thing that's best described as skipping a beat while he pretty much just stares at Matt, quietly lovestruck. He's known for a long time that Matt killing it as a lawyer or telling someone off was kind of a thing for him - and what a great idea it was to be partners in their own law firm where they did those things regularly with that knowledge, clearly that would result in no awkward moments for him - but it turns out that Matt standing up to Stick for him takes that to a whole new extreme.
His thumb brushes over Matt's knuckles and stays there, hand curled around his fist. ]
Hey Matt? Thank you. For being you.
[ For a lot of things, really, and Foggy'll be sure to outline every one of them individually when they're actually alone, but right now it can be summed up in pretty much just being Matt. ]
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But this isn't most times. Foggy's not quite stable enough at the moment not to internalize some of that. He knows he's not stupid, and that his relationship with Matt is different from their relationships in the past, and he wants to think that this time he can make sure that Matt finds exactly what he's been looking for - but deep down he's not as sure of himself as he is of Matt. His faith in Matt is damn near unshakable, his faith in his own ability to be everything Matt needs and wants? That's a little less steady.
He's a second away from lashing out and saying something like that sounds like someone who's never been able to have a satisfying sexual encounter or what are you doing thinking about how big my dick is you creep when Matt snaps.
And Foggy's heart does that stupid quick palpitation thing that's best described as skipping a beat while he pretty much just stares at Matt, quietly lovestruck. He's known for a long time that Matt killing it as a lawyer or telling someone off was kind of a thing for him - and what a great idea it was to be partners in their own law firm where they did those things regularly with that knowledge, clearly that would result in no awkward moments for him - but it turns out that Matt standing up to Stick for him takes that to a whole new extreme.
His thumb brushes over Matt's knuckles and stays there, hand curled around his fist. ]
Hey Matt? Thank you. For being you.
[ For a lot of things, really, and Foggy'll be sure to outline every one of them individually when they're actually alone, but right now it can be summed up in pretty much just being Matt. ]