S3 alternative for clouded_heart

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The nuns urge him to stay still but Matt starts walking very slowly with a cane as soon as his legs no longer give away whenever he stands. Stubborn as he is, even with nowhere to go, he leaves his bed and the wheelchair behind to pace in the halls while kids play outside. His body resists the movement, stiff joints, soreness, and sudden sharp pains in muscles and shooting through wounds, before subsiding when he clutches his side or shifts to the other foot. With his powers missing, everything seems muffled, like he's trapped in a giant container and can't truly touch the outside world. He wonders if he'll ever be able to get his gift back, if maybe God decided he didn't deserve it.

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[clouded_heart]

Knowing Matt had been listening, did care, it's a bit of cold comfort because he hadn't known that then. "I told myself you had more pressing things to deal with. And then that there was other stuff you had to clean up after the ninja thing."

He had sort of assumed that Elektra had distracted him. It's an unkind thought and he knows it. But then Matty wasn't always kind when he was with her.

"The whole debacle sort of, felt like you prioritising other things over our partnership and friendship," he admits softly, maybe too softly. No such thing with Matt.

[blessmefather]

"By then I honestly wasn't sure if you wanted to be friends any more. I was worrying that you'd say that. Even after the firm shut. I wasn't sure that wouldn't come out of your mouth."

He takes a slow breath, trying to ignore how the thought alone stings.

[clouded_heart]

"Matty, we're not 'friends'. We're family." He doesn't leave a pause, no space for Matt to think he's saying it's over or anything like that. "I'm not saying everything will just be magically back how it was before... well, before what, I don't even know anymore. But I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

In his mind, he never went anywhere. He just... stopped clinging to Matt. Who, in turn, held onto Elektra and got swept up in her all over again.

"I'm sorry you lost her. I know how you feel about her." He hopes who 'her' is is obvious.

[blessmefather]

Foggy's answer is too much for Matt's weak resolve not to really cry. The breath he takes to calm himself trembles audibly and breaks off into a barely repressed sob as his eyes fill with tears. His chest and torso sting where his muscles clench and when he inhales too sharply. He stirs without thinking, reaching to wipe his face, trying to cover it, turning aside against his back and shoulders objecting to the position.

"I shouldn't..." He doesn't specify what he's thinking but the next words makes it possible to guess. "You're too good for me."

[clouded_heart]

Matt hates crying in front of people. Foggy knows that. He also knows that he's not going anywhere and not letting Matt hurt himself. He can't haul him upright and risk hurting him, so he goes for the only option he can think of.

He shifts and folds down over Matt, hugging him without him sitting up, not letting his weight rest on him, but pressed close as he dares, head resting lightly on Matt's upper chest. "If that was true, you wouldn't have ended up where you did."

[blessmefather]

He doesn't have the heart to try pushing Foggy away, he goes still so he doesn't shove a shoulder or elbow in Foggy's face. He wipes his eyes but his tears get quickly replaced.

"Ended up where, here?" He can't think of a place or position that proved he was the kind of friend he wishes he had behaved like. The old man's voice intruding on his thoughts often lately never helped when he was trying to be optimistic, especially about himself.

"I never wanted to hurt you, Fog. After everything, the last thing I want is to make it worse. I don't know if I can come back."

[clouded_heart]

"No. In that hole and seeing no other viable option. Everything before it. I don't even know." He settles himself where he is, pinning Matt under the threat of his weight against him.

"I know you didn't want to hurt me. The only person you ever seem intent on hurting is you." And criminals. Like the man who was abusing his daughter that started this off again. And he can admit "again" because this was Matt's childhood and that's a whole other kettle of fish that Foggy wants to beat that man with.

"Matt, you believe in second chances. Let yourself have one."

[blessmefather]

How much did they tell him about what happened down there? Nobody else had seen the most secret moment, when Elektra was beating him and something in him agreed with her that his life would either last the minutes left before the cave collapsed or it would dry up and leave him empty and alone as soon as he made it to the exit. It was his secret, but Foggy knows him well and even the others, Jones especially, had seen some parts of him few knew, and he isn't about to underestimate their insight.

"How do I live both lives without hurting you? And how do I keep you or Karen from being the next ones in a grave?"

[clouded_heart]

Foggy wanted to sit up and let Matt rest his head on his leg, like when Matt got too drunk and dizzy in college, and Foggy would heft him over and lay him down and pet his face because drunk Foggy did that to drunk Matt.

"Matty... No one can live without hurting anyone. Even without your other life, things can happen. You might get hurt related to a case. I might get hurt because of a case, even now. I represented Luke Cage. I still handle Jessica Jones. A drunk driver might take out Josie's while we're drinking." He lets his head rest a bit more on Matt. "I'm not saying it will be easy. I'm saying that not having you in my life has been a lot harder than dealing with... the devil."

[blessmefather]

"I didn't think it was possible for you to accept that part of me. Can you really be happy knowing?" he asks, his frown souring a little with doubt. He swallows and tries to look resolved, though his vulnerability is in plain view behind his big wet eyes. "It's a part of me that I need... And I- I don't know if you'll understand it someday, you might never. But I need to know that we're going to be okay, that we're not going to go back to how it was before."

[clouded_heart]

"I know." With or without Matt, he knows. He sits up again, brushing his fingers through Matt's hair softly. "Here's what I know as well. Having you not there made me miserable. And having you dead... I have nightmares, Matt. I haven't slept a whole night since you died. So, no, I won't always be happy and I might not ever understand in the way she did, but I will set lines professionally so we don't end up with the Castle case situation again and you will not hide things from me, I need that from you, Matty.

"I won't be happy when you come back and need stitching up but I will damn well learn how to do it and tell you off for me needing to do it and be much, much happier knowing what's going on and being allowed to help you with it."

It feels strange and not quite wrong, but not entirely right yet to lay down the law but they need it. Matt can't do it.

"Okay? Can we try that?"

[blessmefather]

It's quiet but Matt gives a sharp inhale when Foggy tells him about the nightmares. It shouldn't be such a surprise, not logically, but enough reality finally slips in past the illusions his depression and past experiences put in his head that something clicks. He had misinterpreted Foggy's thoughts and feelings.

He nods his head, biting his lip, blinking back tears.

"I've missed you, Foggy," he confesses, finally. Since before.

[clouded_heart]

"I missed you too, Matty," Foggy whispers. Since before.

He sniffs and wipes his face. "Okay. You need more rest and probably painkillers, some of those nice mild ones you like because they don't make you fuzzy. I'm going to go find one of the sisters to get you those things. I can bring some of your stuff for you, more comfortable clothes, some of your books, something to listen to, sound good?"

[blessmefather]

The corners of Matt's mouth raise in a shaky smile and he nods his head at him. Things can improve, they don't have to repeat, he can be better, right? Foggy at least is willing to give him a second chance, and he'll never forgive himself if he wastes it. Especially when it's the one glimmer of hope to stir in him since he woke up.

Foggy volunteers to get him some things, and it might have felt more like a memory from a sick day in college if the fatigue and pain weren't so bad. "Sure, I bet the sisters will appreciate it too." Someone actually surmounted his stubborn attitude?

"I uh- There's something I should mention," Matt realizes. "Don't worry, it's not- not about us. Just so we're on the same page." He swallows, doing his best to ignore the voice in his head that wants to shout his anger and pain. He frowns and takes a breath.

"My powers are gone. I haven't been able to feel or hear anything like normal since I woke up."

[clouded_heart]

"Your- oh."

Foggy wants to think this means that Matt won't go out, won't put the armour back on, but he knows already that that isn't the case. Matt's hyperacuity lets him do it easily but the Devil didn't come from those abilities. He comes from Jack Murdock's body lying in the street while his son sobs into his cooling shoulder.

"I don't know what to say to that," he admits. "I'm sorry. Do you know why? What happened? Maybe it's just temporary, from your injuries."

[blessmefather]

Matt closes his eyes and shakes his head, his brow furrowing a little more with the frustration contained just barely by his tired body. "I don't know... I don't know..."

It feels like a punishment. He should save it for later. He doesn't want to ruin the mood right now, and he just got a reason to be hopeful.

[clouded_heart]

"Hey. Don't worry about it right now. You shouldn't be up on your feet anyway." He knows that's only a fraction of it, but he's not letting Matt dwell on it right now. "I'll be an hour or two, I hadn't planned on being this long and I gotta tie up some stuff on the way. But I'll be back soon. You'll barely notice I'm gone-" He bites back the hiccup of crying, because it feels like the dumbest thing he could have said.

"Stay there and rest. I'll be back."

[blessmefather]

Foggy has a point (very similar to what some of the sisters were saying but Matt was brushing it all off). He can't do much now, and the restlessness resulting from that helpless feeling has eased for now. He'll try to rest until Foggy returns.

"Thank you, Foggy," he makes sure he says it before Foggy goes. He hasn't said it enough to him.

[clouded_heart]

Foggy pauses, smiles slightly. "You're welcome, Matty."

He heads out quietly, dropping a word that Matt needs more painkillers and water and that he'll be back in a few hours to get some food into him and with some clothes.

He takes a while. There's clearing some time at work, collecting what he needs to work out of office and then heading back to the old loft apartment. He and Karen hadn't let it go yet, hadn't been able to face it. They both took some personal items to protect them, but he grabs those on the way through as well from his place.

Lastly, he gets them food. Gets some of Matt's (and his) favourite pancakes and the right mix of toppings to add and then brings the whole lot with him to the orphanage.

Sister Maggie looks disapproving but shows him through silently.

"Hey, I'm back," he calls softly.

[blessmefather]

Maggie stops to express her surprised approval of Matt's decision to contact his friend. Matt has no comment and she leaves him to rest. He sleeps a couple hours while Foggy is away and gets lost in his thoughts when he wakes.

What will he do if his powers never return? Can he keep his friends safe? Losing anyone else might finally destroy him. He's barely getting by now but he can't tell anyone.

He snaps to attention when he hears someone at the door. Foggy's voice- Matt lifts his head to smile in his direction. "Hey."

[clouded_heart]

Foggy comes over and sets down the duffel bag he has with him. The pancakes go on the side table and then he drops his jacket over the chair someone's moved in for him. "Hey. Okay, we're going to get you sitting propped up, with some pillows, keep the strain off, then some food in you and we can go through the rest after, okay?"

No, he's not Matty and his ridiculous buff self, but he knows he can heft Matt's weight. He's done it before and Matt's lost weight and condition with his injuries. "I went to Mama Murphy's for those pancakes, right, arms around my neck."

[blessmefather]

Matt can smell the food though he's distracted by how faint it is, he doesn't trust his guess at what it is. He nods in agreement with Foggy's proposal. The mention of the pancakes distracts him for a moment before he realizes that Foggy is moving in to sit him up right then. "Oh!" Matt catches on and reaches up to lock his arms around Foggy's neck.

"Hello sir." Since they're in each other's space he tries to cover any awkwardness with humor.

[clouded_heart]

Foggy huffs his amusement and hefts, carrying the weight of Matt's upper body and getting the pillows arranged behind him, propping him up into a sitting position. "There you go, buddy. Safe to let go."

He lets Matt decide in his own time when he's ready to let go, though.

[blessmefather]

He'd be reminded of dizzy drunken nights after passing midterms or finals together if his body felt stronger. Foggy was a reliable anchor when it started to feel like the ground was tilting.

His weight gets settled into the stack pillows, which are just firm enough to keep him upright. When Matt moves to let go though, his arms seem to be locked in place. I don't want to. Some part of him insists. Don't be weird. He reminds himself, pulling his arms back from around Foggy's neck finally.

[clouded_heart]

Foggy waits a moment and enjoys the excuse to keep holding Matt and being the strong one. Physically. For a moment. Because Matt doesn't let anyone take care of him but he's letting Foggy get away with it and Foggy is secretly hoping it's because Matt wants to let Foggy in that bit and not because he's actually too injured to put up any resistance.

When they both let go, he stays perched on the side of the bed for now, moving the wooden bed tray over Matt's lap. "I didn't get you coffee because I was scared Sister Maggie would disapprove and God would smite me for annoying her, but I did get a malt milkshake with the pancakes and... I brought something that might cheer you up?"

He digs out the special present, laying it on the table of guiding Matt's hands to it. Jack Murdock's robe and gloves. "I've been keeping them safe."