[ The ache in Matt's chest dies down at the simple touch of their foreheads and the gentle kiss to each of his eyelids. He keeps his eyes closed between each kiss and for a little afterward, warmth starting to spread in his veins. Another emotional confession and Foggy still more than accepts him.
The smile against his cheek and the amused tone of Foggy's voice brings a small smile to Matt's face as well. Good. He sounds a lot more confident now. Matt blinks, not entirely sure what to make of the idea that it's okay to be confused over his happiness. As much as he has grieved in the past he never felt the need to stop and ask someone if it was alright to be happy so soon after a loss. Probably because the things that made him smile still not long after his father's death, or Stick leaving, were all simple pleasures. Nothing comparable to this. And nothing that involved his heart so entirely.
Foggy's next point though, that what they have at this very moment is love, makes Matt's trail of thought come to an abrupt stop. It's true. When he says he's afraid it's not of this, it's of the part where he messes up and ends up alone. The sense of dread. But Foggy is here now pressing a kiss to his lips after all the years they've known each other after the firm closed and Matt believed they were done, after he told him his secrets, and there's not a hint of hesitation in Foggy's "I love you's." Matt loses himself for a moment in the kiss, trying to pour what he's feeling into it. He can't help chasing Foggy's lips when they stop for breath and he moves closer, legs bumping into Foggy's, hands and arms starting to find their way back around his neck again like before they were interrupted by the voice. His heart surges at Foggy's words, his breath hitching. ]
...You make an excellent point. It's like you persuade people for a living.
[ Matt cracks a smile and climbs back into Foggy's lap properly. ]
You've always been the exception. You've stayed with me longer than anyone... You're right, we have been in love, the entire time.
[ It feels like another physical weight just lifted from the inside of him the same way it did that first night when their feelings finally were spoken and the morning after when they agreed to be together. He leans in to hug him tighter, brushing his lips against his cheek, and turning his head to murmur in his ear. ]
I'm yours. I've always been yours. And you're mine, Foggy.
[ He can't help it if his tone turns mischevious when he says his name despite how emotional he is saying it, not when he's said the same type of thing before in bed, though it feels more real and absolute this time, less like a new declaration. A fact. He leans back enough to press their foreheads together again. His hands run up and down Foggy's shoulders and upper back. ]
...I know I shouldn't be worried, it's you. I know in my head. I just-
[ A sigh escapes him. ]
I carry a voice a lot like that one inside of me. I have for a long time. And with this war and difficulty fighting, and... losing him and Elektra a second time... It's hard not to hear.
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The smile against his cheek and the amused tone of Foggy's voice brings a small smile to Matt's face as well. Good. He sounds a lot more confident now. Matt blinks, not entirely sure what to make of the idea that it's okay to be confused over his happiness. As much as he has grieved in the past he never felt the need to stop and ask someone if it was alright to be happy so soon after a loss. Probably because the things that made him smile still not long after his father's death, or Stick leaving, were all simple pleasures. Nothing comparable to this. And nothing that involved his heart so entirely.
Foggy's next point though, that what they have at this very moment is love, makes Matt's trail of thought come to an abrupt stop. It's true. When he says he's afraid it's not of this, it's of the part where he messes up and ends up alone. The sense of dread. But Foggy is here now pressing a kiss to his lips after all the years they've known each other after the firm closed and Matt believed they were done, after he told him his secrets, and there's not a hint of hesitation in Foggy's "I love you's." Matt loses himself for a moment in the kiss, trying to pour what he's feeling into it. He can't help chasing Foggy's lips when they stop for breath and he moves closer, legs bumping into Foggy's, hands and arms starting to find their way back around his neck again like before they were interrupted by the voice. His heart surges at Foggy's words, his breath hitching. ]
...You make an excellent point. It's like you persuade people for a living.
[ Matt cracks a smile and climbs back into Foggy's lap properly. ]
You've always been the exception. You've stayed with me longer than anyone... You're right, we have been in love, the entire time.
[ It feels like another physical weight just lifted from the inside of him the same way it did that first night when their feelings finally were spoken and the morning after when they agreed to be together. He leans in to hug him tighter, brushing his lips against his cheek, and turning his head to murmur in his ear. ]
I'm yours. I've always been yours. And you're mine, Foggy.
[ He can't help it if his tone turns mischevious when he says his name despite how emotional he is saying it, not when he's said the same type of thing before in bed, though it feels more real and absolute this time, less like a new declaration. A fact. He leans back enough to press their foreheads together again. His hands run up and down Foggy's shoulders and upper back. ]
...I know I shouldn't be worried, it's you. I know in my head. I just-
[ A sigh escapes him. ]
I carry a voice a lot like that one inside of me. I have for a long time. And with this war and difficulty fighting, and... losing him and Elektra a second time... It's hard not to hear.