[ For a moment, he almost lets himself imagine it. If Matt told him earlier, some time when it'd been long enough for Matt to be comfortable with him but before it ticked over into too long and Foggy lied to. He understands now, and he's... mostly over it, but there'd have been a grace period where he would have jumped immediately into understanding why Matt didn't tell him right away - though if he's honest, he has no idea what it would have been.
And he doesn't want to go down that road, anyway. It's already one of the many what if scenarios he'd let himself get too deep into during the times when he and Matt were barely speaking. And he doesn't need any of them when he has Matt here.
Instead he tilts his head into Matt's hand so Matt can feel him smile. ]
Yeah, well. You didn't discover all of my secrets. And I probably would've just taken advantage of your senses to get laid or crush our debate opponents even more completely. [ There's a pause, then he admits, ] You hating me is one of the worst things I can imagine, too.
[ Matt blinks in silence toward the floor during the moment between their words. Then he feels the slide of Foggy's skin under his fingers as his cheeks pull into a smile. Matt's thumb finds its way into the little dip of Foggy's dimple, his eyes lift as Foggy talks and his shoulders relax. He'd like to wrap himself up in that warm voice and those words if it was physically possible. He didn't realize how much he wanted to hear that until Foggy said it. ]
You don't have to worry about that. I never got over the extraodinary Franklin Nelson. And I never will.
[ Foggy gets a little grin out of him followed by a purposely slow lean forward to press their foreheads together, a murmur against his lips. ]
[ Oh, there are a whole lot of things that Foggy'd do to keep getting Matt to smile like that. And while that's not exactly a new revelation - no, knew he was doomed pretty much the first year he knew Matt - it's a rerevelation, maybe. It's the first time that Matt's really relaxed when they were talking about this, maybe the first time that Foggy's made him feel like he could relax when the subject of his senses came up.
It's just a part of Matt. Something to love and try to understand like the rest of the puzzle pieces that make up his partner, and Foggy lets go of the last little bit of anger he'd had at Matt keeping some of them back and letting Foggy think he had a fuller picture than he did.
He needs to work on his metaphors, honestly, but whatever. Right now he's got Matt leaning into him, and Foggy steals a brief kiss. ]
God, I love you. You know, there's not a lot that feels better than making you smile like that.
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And he doesn't want to go down that road, anyway. It's already one of the many what if scenarios he'd let himself get too deep into during the times when he and Matt were barely speaking. And he doesn't need any of them when he has Matt here.
Instead he tilts his head into Matt's hand so Matt can feel him smile. ]
Yeah, well. You didn't discover all of my secrets. And I probably would've just taken advantage of your senses to get laid or crush our debate opponents even more completely. [ There's a pause, then he admits, ] You hating me is one of the worst things I can imagine, too.
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You don't have to worry about that. I never got over the extraodinary Franklin Nelson. And I never will.
[ Foggy gets a little grin out of him followed by a purposely slow lean forward to press their foreheads together, a murmur against his lips. ]
Absolutely hopeless.
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It's just a part of Matt. Something to love and try to understand like the rest of the puzzle pieces that make up his partner, and Foggy lets go of the last little bit of anger he'd had at Matt keeping some of them back and letting Foggy think he had a fuller picture than he did.
He needs to work on his metaphors, honestly, but whatever. Right now he's got Matt leaning into him, and Foggy steals a brief kiss. ]
God, I love you. You know, there's not a lot that feels better than making you smile like that.
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You make me smile more than anyone else does, Foggy.