"I'm sure a talented musician could make it happen. But if you taught them how to play that style wouldn't that mean you might be inventing salsa music?" Damn that confusing time travel stuff.
Matt feels the gentle tap on his arm and wipes the sweat off his palm on his tunic before he grabs Foggy's arm; if Foggy's elbow area happens to be sweaty he won't say anything. They haven't walked around together like this so often since college, logical as they were living together at the time and even if they're not in the same house now they're both at the complex for most waking hours. It's a nice reminder of a happier time in their relationship, though Matt is mentally holding his breath and waiting for the other shoe to drop. He has no idea what he'll do to handle things when that time arrives. Will it result in the same distant conversations with him or for that matter with Karen?
"Matt, buddy, have I told you lately how brilliant you are? I can invent salsa music!"
Foggy is very deliberately choosing not to be confused by it. He's seen Back to the Future, all right, he knows how this works. Totally. All that matters is that he has the chance to invent salsa music and he's taking it.
Just like he's very deliberately choosing not to focus on the fact that he's... kind of waiting for the same. Something's going to come up; it has too, considering they haven't really even resolved the issues from their first huge fight, but that something doesn't have to be now.
But he's watching Matt out of the corner of his eye as they find some shade under one of the weapons tents, and he always did have a hard time just letting it go when it was about someone else being broody.
"All right, you've got your patented Matt Murdock unhappy thinking face on, what's up?"
He's taking his chance to invent salsa music. Of course he's taking his chance! Matt throws a hand over his face as he laughs. Well, it's not like the world will be harmed by learning the art sooner than intended. Music could make wonderful leaps and bounds hundreds of years early this way.
As they walk, Matt grinds his jaw while he sorts his useful thoughts from the worries he can't do anything about at the moment or wants to avoid. There's a rustle of fabric as they enter one of the tents. The instant cool feeling of the shade is a relief that earns a satisfied sigh. Well, that's one comfort.
Matt snaps to attention when Foggy speaks up and he blinks a couple times. "Patented unhappy thinking face," he muses, "I swear you've used that one before over the years."
Seeing Matt laugh like makes Foggy's heart do something complicated and confusing, and he spends a moment wondering what the hell Matt'd make of it if he could still hear heartbeats the way he could back home. It's probably a good thing that he can't, because Foggy's not sure he really wants to know, even if he is kind of curious.
Still, he lets it go to quirk a little smile at Matt's response, shaking his head.
"Yeah, well, there's a reason that it's patented. You making it enough gives me free rein to comment on it more than once." He bumps his shoulder against Matt's lightly. "And that wouldn't be you dodging the question, would it?"
He keeps his tone light, like he can pretend it's just a joke and the answer to that doesn't matter to him at all, like it'll mean nothing if that actually was his intention.
Matt wipes the sweat off his brow and tugs at his collar. It's definitely cooler in the shade but a little muggy in the tent.
Foggy's joke and shoulder bump get a chuckle, but the suggestion he's dodging the question... Matt fights not to look guilty, half succeeding. That was exactly what it was. He rocks his head, trying to come up with a dismissive comment that will make his concern seem insignificant. It doesn't help that Karen is involved, anything involving both of them will peek Foggy's interest immediately. Matt licks his lips and shrugs.
"Just remembering a talk I had with Karen. She uh... She seems uptight but that's probably because of the battle ahead, right?" That's logical at least.
He leaves the thought at that for Foggy to ponder and busies himself pulling away the top half of his tunic so he can cool off better. Hopefully, he doesn't smell unpleasant after all that training.
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Matt feels the gentle tap on his arm and wipes the sweat off his palm on his tunic before he grabs Foggy's arm; if Foggy's elbow area happens to be sweaty he won't say anything. They haven't walked around together like this so often since college, logical as they were living together at the time and even if they're not in the same house now they're both at the complex for most waking hours. It's a nice reminder of a happier time in their relationship, though Matt is mentally holding his breath and waiting for the other shoe to drop. He has no idea what he'll do to handle things when that time arrives. Will it result in the same distant conversations with him or for that matter with Karen?
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Foggy is very deliberately choosing not to be confused by it. He's seen Back to the Future, all right, he knows how this works. Totally. All that matters is that he has the chance to invent salsa music and he's taking it.
Just like he's very deliberately choosing not to focus on the fact that he's... kind of waiting for the same. Something's going to come up; it has too, considering they haven't really even resolved the issues from their first huge fight, but that something doesn't have to be now.
But he's watching Matt out of the corner of his eye as they find some shade under one of the weapons tents, and he always did have a hard time just letting it go when it was about someone else being broody.
"All right, you've got your patented Matt Murdock unhappy thinking face on, what's up?"
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As they walk, Matt grinds his jaw while he sorts his useful thoughts from the worries he can't do anything about at the moment or wants to avoid. There's a rustle of fabric as they enter one of the tents. The instant cool feeling of the shade is a relief that earns a satisfied sigh. Well, that's one comfort.
Matt snaps to attention when Foggy speaks up and he blinks a couple times. "Patented unhappy thinking face," he muses, "I swear you've used that one before over the years."
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Still, he lets it go to quirk a little smile at Matt's response, shaking his head.
"Yeah, well, there's a reason that it's patented. You making it enough gives me free rein to comment on it more than once." He bumps his shoulder against Matt's lightly. "And that wouldn't be you dodging the question, would it?"
He keeps his tone light, like he can pretend it's just a joke and the answer to that doesn't matter to him at all, like it'll mean nothing if that actually was his intention.
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Foggy's joke and shoulder bump get a chuckle, but the suggestion he's dodging the question... Matt fights not to look guilty, half succeeding. That was exactly what it was. He rocks his head, trying to come up with a dismissive comment that will make his concern seem insignificant. It doesn't help that Karen is involved, anything involving both of them will peek Foggy's interest immediately. Matt licks his lips and shrugs.
"Just remembering a talk I had with Karen. She uh... She seems uptight but that's probably because of the battle ahead, right?" That's logical at least.
He leaves the thought at that for Foggy to ponder and busies himself pulling away the top half of his tunic so he can cool off better. Hopefully, he doesn't smell unpleasant after all that training.