#he's shrimply. incredibly aro. to me

[sighonaraa]

six sentence sunday!

from the aromantic matt murdock fic that appeals to me and possibly one (1) other person:

It comes to Matt while he’s getting stitches for the fourth time that month, in a bright crimson flare of pain and sudden understanding. “Foggy,” he says. His fingers fumble for where he knows Foggy is, where he can hear the familiar beat of his heart, but Foggy pulls away before contact is made. Matt frowns. “Foggy.” “You need to hold still, buddy,” says Foggy. “No koala-bearing the nurse.”