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[pesterloglog]

Roxy Lalonde, )(er Imperious Condescension

Act 6, page 5699

tipsyGnostalgic [TG] began bothering gutsyGumshoe [GG]

TG: jane

TG: jane

TG: jane

TG: jane

TG: janes 4 ev

TG: /take deepest jane yellin breath

TG: JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOmfg yeah right

TG: like there is any chance u answer me

TG: with today being international everybody ignore roxy day

TG: LEEEEE sigh

TG: like

TG: doing literally the frenchest of possible sighs over here

TG: its wearing a lopsided beret in the city of goddamn light falling in FUCKING love

TG: such is my sigh

TG: am packing TOTES ennui janey

TG: or shd i say.......

TG: ennOUI ;)

TG: wait

TG: ennui is probably already a french word??

TG: not sure that one needs anymore frenching up...

TG: i should know this b cause my last name is french sounding

TG: even tho im p sure my mom did not hail from france

TG: idk

TG: who even "LA CARES"

TG: hehehe fuck you, A CERTAIN LANGUAGE

TG: uum yeah

TG: so the report is

TG: that i already said to some chumps & im getting max fatigued repeatin it

TG: im on derse we need to be god tiers and die on slabs n junk

TG: + im invisible cause of ring

TG: w/e

TG: oh

TG: i think your dads here and hes probably alright?

TG: so theres that

TG: oh!

TG: i saw callie 2 shes ok

TG: well i mean shes dead

TG: but in ghost form

TG: so shes as ok as one can be who is also dead

TG: which is apparently just fine?

TG: so the lesson of the moral is u can be way fine & dead at sames time

TG: jane let us now reflect upon the weighty existential ramifications of that thing i said

TG: yesssss

TG: just me an my bestie, ballin hecka reveries 2day

TG: the biggest questions which have tormented the wisest scholars and pundits for mad epochs just got so roflariously owned

TG: hey callie also said she would send you a bday thing?

TG: did u get

TG: she must have sent a code

TG: which you have to make urself

TG: so

TG: maybe youre doin that now?

TG: hope ur doin that

TG: im real curious 2 know what it is suddenly

TG: man

TG: im bored

TG: like we got all this big deal crap to do and i cant even talk to no one

TG: jane

TG: ambiguous voidey powers notwithstanding

TG: im starting 2 think i might be genetically predisposed to ramblin at length into empty chat clients

TG: well

TG: hit me up if up see this

TG: maybe ill try 2 txt fefeta

TG: my dear precious fefeta

TG: i know SHE would never ignore me ;3

TG: SWOOOOON + <33333 @ FEFETA, AND THUS MAKING CROCKER SO JELLIES

)(IC: yo dont fuck with my heiress

)(IC: gurl got royal bidness porpoises to attend

)(IC: and do not even T)(INK i dont know you out a jail bitch

)(IC: you take a flip thru ma secret jam yet

)(IC: dat sparkle shit i left w tha dance clowns on

TG: oh noes

TG: is the witch

TG: .___.

tipsyGnostalgic [TG] ceased bothering gutsyGumshoe [GG]

[shiorimakibawrites]

The Conversation (Part 10 of Alley Cat)

Image credits: kissthemgoodbye.net / Amber Kipp / Nathan Dumlao

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem! Reader

Word Count: 5701

Summary: Matt Murdock and Reader have a conversation.

Warning(s): Awkward flirting, thirsty Reader, frank thoughts about sex and sexual acts, referenced character death, referenced ableism, hurt/comfort, cat antics

Author’s Note: This turned into a beast. It took longer to write than I expected as after I wrote the first draft, I realized the muses had presented the events out of order. I wasn't expecting both horniness and angst but here we are.Hope this was worth the wait.

Can also be read here

Series Masterlist is here.

The Conversation

by Shiori_Makiba

You poured yourself a cup of coffee. You were trying not to worry that you had completely misread the situation. It was hard. Because it was past midnight and there was still no sign of Daredevil. As you doctored the coffee to your liking, you once again tried to tell yourself that you were worrying about nothing.

Maybe he was just busy. That Houdini had managed to escape while you were in the shower. Usually if he wasn’t intercepted, that meant Daredevil was busy. You hadn’t heard more sirens than usual but that didn’t mean it wasn’t rowdy out there. It could just mean that said rowdiness wasn’t happening that close to your apartment.

Maybe he had gotten hurt again. You hoped not. Or if he had, you hoped that he had listened to the Night Nurse for a change and was resting. A delay wouldn’t do your nerves any favors but you’d rather he delayed your conversation than be the reason he tore his stitches or otherwise aggravated his injuries.

Maybe it wasn’t even his Daredevil side that keeping him busy. Assuming that you weren’t crazy and he actually was Matt Murdock . . . well, he could have a lot of legal work to do. Nelson & Murdock didn’t seem to have a paralegal on their team. Which meant they were doing all the research and writing themselves. You were intimately familiar with how long both could take. Maybe Page was assisting them on that front, assuming she had the training to do so. And the time since she might be too busy with her investigative work.

Even if she did assist them, they would still need to read her drafts and the cases she found for them before submitting any of it to the court. At least if they were sensible. Nothing against Page – you remembered her articles in the Bulletin and was sure she would do just as well on drafting motions and legal research. Just that Murdock (and Nelson if he was aware) were already risking their licenses enough. No need to risk Rule 11 sanctions on top of it.

The point was that being a lawyer (if he really was a lawyer) would give him plenty of reasons to be burning the midnight oil.

There were a myriad of other possible reasons. You didn’t know anything about his family. One of them could have an emergency of some kind. Or it could be something silly like he decided to take a nape before going on patrol and forget to set his time-to-fight-crime alarm first . . .

If you were right . . . Matt Murdock’s hair, in addition to looking very enjoyable to run your fingers through, seemed like the kind to produce incredible bedhead. You snickered. Imagining him trying to stuff that kind of fluffy mess under his helmet struck you as funny.

You were still snickering as you made yourself comfortable on the couch. You picked up the remote and started browsing through the streaming options. You had been watching nature documentaries earlier but had almost fallen asleep. You loved learning about animals but you almost always fell asleep watching them. Maybe it was narration. There was something rather soothing about a soft-spoken voice telling you about fish . . .

But you needed to stay awake so more nature documentaries were out. You settled on The Princess Bride. You had seen it a million times but figured that a million and one wouldn’t hurt. Despite the fact that you practically had the film memorized, it didn’t take long for you to become thoroughly engrossed in the story.

The sudden knock on the window made you jump. Heart pounding, you looked over at the window to see Daredevil standing on your fire escape, Houdini held in one arm. Immediately your heart slowed to a more normal pace. Seemingly aware that he now had your attention, he gave you a cheeky little wave.

It was a little tempting to leave him standing there for giving you a heart attack but that would mean leaving Houdini out there too. And that wouldn’t be fair to Houdini. Besides you had been waiting far too long for this conversation. So you paused the movie and went over to the window.

You unlocked and opened it. You were about to hold out your arms for the now familiar transfer of cat but paused. Houdini’s coat was messy. It looked like he had been rolling in dirt and there were tufts of fur missing.

“Houdini, have you been fighting?” you asked the cat. Who just meowed at you.

“Yes,” Daredevil answered. “With an another cat in an alley not far from my apartment.”

You sighed. “Hang on while I get a towel. I don’t want all that alley yuck all over my shirt.”

“No, you don’t,” Daredevil agreed with a slight grimace. Probably because he had said alley yuck all over his gloves and suit from carrying the cat from that alley to your apartment.

That gave you an idea. When your brother had come to visit you, he had forgotten some of his clothes. He was about the same size as Daredevil. And it was just a pair of sweatpants and muscle shirt. Which ought to be flexible enough for him to wear comfortably.

You detoured to your bedroom to retrieve the forgotten clothing, then went to the linen closet in the bathroom to grab a towel and some washcloths. Daredevil was waiting patiently on the fire escape when you returned, Houdini less so. You sat everything but the towel on the coffee table and went over to the window. There you accepted the transfer of Houdini into the waiting towel.

You stepped to one side of the window and said, “Come in and make yourself comfortable.”

“As you wish,” he said with a little amused grin. Like he was making some kind of joke.

He swung one leg over the still, ducked his head down to move his upper body through the window, and then pulled his other leg inside. He moved with an easy, fluid grace. You tried not to be jealous about his ability to avoid tripping over his own feet as he closed the window.

As soon as window clicked shut, you felt the nerves you had pushed away earlier return. Up until now, this impending conversation had been mere potential. Something that may or may not happen. But now that he was standing in your apartment while you held your dirty cat in the towel, it no longer felt like a maybe. Like there was no avoiding telling him you were pretty sure that he was Matt Murdock.

You decided to distract yourself by attending to the necessary task of getting Houdini cleaned up and checked for injuries. You bent down and retrieved the washcloths before walking into the kitchen. You hoped that mess on his fur could be cleaned with a damp cloth. Neither of you liked it when you had to give him a bath . . .

“You don’t seem surprised,” Daredevil said.

“About what?” you asked as you turned on the kitchen tap and waited for the water to warm. Houdini wasn’t going to like the damp washcloth at all but he would like it even less if it was cold.

“Houdini fighting. Is that something he does often?”

“I’m not sure often is the right word,” you said. “But no, this isn’t the first time he’s come home after clearly being in a fight.”

“An escape artist and a brawler,” Daredevil said, sounding amused.

“Yes, you two have much in common,” you said which earned you a chuckle. You tested the water. It was warm enough and you wetted one of the cloths. As predicted, Houdini reacted to the cleaning with his usual attitude – lots of meowing and squirming.

“Yes, yes, I know. I’m a mean mommy,” you said, forgetting that you had an audience until Daredevil laughed. He sounded closer than the living room.

You looked up to see that he had indeed followed you into the kitchen. There was something surreal about Daredevil standing in the same room as your collection of funny coffee mugs and various craft projects gifted to you from your niece and nephew.

“I meant what I said,” you said as you turned back to your task. Thankfully whatever that gunk was, it was cleaning away easily. “Make yourself comfortable.”

“I don’t want to get the ‘alley yuck’ on your couch,” he said.

Here was your opportunity. You took a deep breathe, gathered your courage, and took the plunge. “You can use some of the washcloths on the coffee table to clean off your suit or . . .”

“Or?” he asked.

“You can change into the clothes that are also on the coffee table, Mr. Murdock.”

You watched as the little amused smile morphed into a pleased grin. He reached up and removed his helmet. And there he was, Matt Murdock standing in your kitchen.

“Call me Matt,” he said smiling.

You didn’t know why seeing his face right now had such an impact on you. You had seen it at the office. But in the hallway, time had been limited and your eyes had zeroed in on that familiar mouth. Later, when you were signing paperwork, you sneaked glances but didn’t want Nelson to catch you ogling his partner.

Through he was so handsome, you were pretty sure that Nelson was used to people checking out his partner. If not outright undressing him with their eyes. You couldn’t be the only one whose eyes had been unable to resist the urge to rove over those broad shoulders, thick thighs, glorious ass, and that pretty mouth.

Maybe because at his office, his eyes had been hidden behind those red sunglasses. This was the first time you had ever seen his eyes. Big, brown eyes. Looking at those eyes, you just knew that he had a killer sad face. The kind that could make you feel like you had just kicked a poor, innocent puppy. That kind that no one could withstand because no one wants to feel like a puppy-kicking monster. Hopefully no one had informed him of this powerful weapon in his arsenal.

It was a good thing that his helmet covered so much of his face. Apart from the whole not wanting to get arrest and go to prison thing, he looked a lot less intimidating. Part of that was, without the helmet, he looked younger than he probably was. Which you guessed was early to mid thirties. You supposed he could actually be younger than that but when you tapped the rumor mill, no one had said anything about Murdock being the Doogie Howser of law. They mentioned his disability often enough that you assumed that teen genius would have come up.

Add in those aforementioned big brown eyes and fluffy brown hair, the end result was that he looked about as scary as a puppy. Maybe he would look scarier when he was angry. Or maybe you just weren’t the best judge of his scariness since he had never scared you.

Making you jump being a sneaky-sneak didn’t count.

You had been right about the hair. Helmet hair wasn’t the same as bedhead but it is still a delightful mess that your hands itched to bury themselves in.

Keep your hands to yourself, you told yourself sternly. Matt isn’t your cat. Or puppy. You can’t just pet him.

But you wanted to. Houdini, sensing your lack of attention, took the opportunity to squirm out of your grip. Your hands being free only made the desire worse. You wondered if you would need to literally sit on your hands to stop yourself from doing something stupid . . .

“Is there something wrong?” he asked, bringing your mind back to the present. Matt was no longer smiling, his hands fidgeting with his helmet. His shoulders were hunched, almost like he wanted to hide. His eyes were filled with uncertainty and a growing sadness.

“No, nothing’s wrong,” you rushed out. You were right to be worried about those eyes. That wasn’t even a full sad puppy face and you still had absolutely no resistance to it. “Just got lost in thought.”

“Oh?” he said. You were right about the eyebrow raising accompanying that particular tone. “About what?”

“Your hair,” you said. And because apparently your brain-to-mouth filter was disabled, continued, “It’s very fluffy. I want to bury my hands in it but you aren’t a cat. I can’t just start petting you . . .”

You clapped your hands over your mouth but the damage had been done. You groaned. That was easily the most embarrassing thing you had ever said to anyone, let alone a cute guy.

While obviously surprised by your word vomit at first, it was soon replaced with something else. Delight. It transformed his already handsome face into something indescribably beautiful. You felt yourself get weak in the knees. It wasn’t fair. He was already sexy. Why did he have to be pretty too?

Matt threw his head back and laughed. It sounded so cheerful that you couldn’t even get mad at him for laughing at you.

“Oh sweetheart,” he said between chuckles. “You are welcome to touch my hair anytime you want.”

“Really?” you asked.

“Really,” he confirmed before his smile shifted to something wicked. “Along with anything else.”

You blushed. You could think of several things. None of which were appropriate. Especially before the first date. Assuming he wanted a date from you. It seemed like it but maybe outrageous flirt was just his personality and all he wanted was more like friends with benefits.

You weren’t opposed to getting laid. You hadn’t had sex with anyone other than yourself in a long time. But you knew you wanted more than just sex from him. Even if it was good sex.

“Maybe later,” you muttered, forgetting for a moment about his super ears. Until his bark of laughter reminded you.

“I think I’ll take you up on that clothing offer,” he said after he got his laughter under control. “If you would show me where the bathroom is?”

“Sure,” you said. And, after a quick detour to the coffee table to grab the clothing, you lead him to the bathroom. And got a quick crash course on providing useful layout information to a blind person. Even one whose remaining senses had been enhanced to a superhuman degree.

While he sat down his helmet and started removing his gloves, you took out some washcloths out of the linen cabinet and set them down on the counter.

“Washcloths if you want to clean the alley yuck off of your suit,” you said.

“Thank you,” he said. He had already gotten the top of the suit was loose, offering a tantalizing glimpse of muscled chest. You felt your face heat.

“Y-your welcome,” you said and fled the bathroom. Before you did something like see if he was serious about letting you touch him anywhere you wanted. Keeping your mind out of the gutter was already hard enough without seeing him nearly naked. Assuming he was wearing something under that suit. For all you knew, he was nude under all that dark red leather and Kevlar.

And now you were picturing it. Again. You have got to stop imagining him naked. You were already awkward enough around Matt . . .

You jumped when you felt something brush against your leg. You looked down and saw Houdini rubbing against your legs. Little sneak. Well, you needed a distraction so you would stop thinking about Matt naked. Houdini was good at being distracting.

You bent down and picked up Houdini. You started petting him and used the action to check him for injuries. You hadn’t seen any injury when you cleaned him but his coat was pretty thick. It would be easy to miss something. Maybe because his earlier capture and cleaning, it didn’t take Houdini long to want to be put down.

And after you checked one last spot, you would do just that. Which Houdini complained about. Loudly.

“What are you doing to that cat?” asked Matt. You jumped and lost your grip on Houdini. Who wasted no time escaping. You sighed. He probably wasn’t hurt but you liked to be sure. Cat bites could be nasty.

“Trying to make sure he didn’t get bitten or something,” you said. “He is obviously cooperative and not a pain in the ass about it. Doesn’t remind me of anyone at all.”

Matt laughed but notably didn’t deny the accusation. “Would it ease your mind to know that I didn’t smell any blood on him when I picked him up and still don’t?”

“Yes,” you said, feeling relieved. You turned to looked at him walking up the hallway and felt your mouth go dry.

The good news was that your brothers clothes fit. The bad news was that they fit. The gray sleeveless shirt displayed his arms and all their muscular glory. You knew he had muscles. Anyone who went around punching crime in the face like he did had to have muscles. The suit hinted at muscles. Those hints were nothing to actually seeing it. You were mesmerized by everything from the big muscles of his upper arms down to the forearms covered in dark hair and the large hands with thick fingers.

You bit your bottom lip. You weren’t going to gasp or moan or make any other embarrassing noise. That heat you had felt earlier returned with a vengeance. Especially as your mind supplied you with heady images of those arms picking you up and tossing you on the bed. Those hands wrapped around your wrists, pinning your arms over your head while he . . .

A soft call of your name broke the reverie. You blushed when you realized that wasn’t the first time he had called your name either. Then blushed hard when you saw the smug smirk on his face. He knew. He knew you were checking him out and was very turned on about it. How did he . . .

A sudden and terrifyingly embarrassing realization struck you. It wasn’t just his hearing that was enhanced. It was everything. Including his nose. You had worried about his bloodhound nose earlier but that had been about smelling bad from various body odors. But what if he could smell things like pheromones? Or the slick pooling between your legs?

Seeing his tongue swipe across his lips made you wonder if he could taste it?

You buried your face in your hands, feeling the heat of your skin against your fingers. Every time you thought something dirty about him, had he been able to tell? Discern it from the racing of your heart along smelling (and tasting) you getting wet from those thoughts?

“A penny for your thoughts?” he asked. It was question but the tone was more of a demand. His voice had gotten a little rough, closer to the Devil than Matt Murdock. You peered between your fingers at him. He had stopped in front of you, his eyes landing on your chest. Anyone else and you would thought he was ogling your breasts. But Matt couldn’t ogle. Not with his eyes anyway.

But those eyes that were dark with hunger . . . and you looked down. And had to bite your lip again to hold back a sound. Those sweatpants did nothing to hide his growing erection and your cunt was throbbing with need. Almost against your will, you shifted closer. Just a little further and you’d be pressed up against him . . .

A strident yowl shattered the growing tension. You jumped back, startled. Looking behind you, you could see Houdini standing by his wet food bowl. Which was empty. When it was well past time for his nightly treat. Hence the irate yowling and the swishing tail.

Part of you wanted to angry at the cat for being a little cock-block. The other part was grateful for the interruption. Having sex, as enjoyable as it was looking like it would have been, might have set the wrong tone for this relationship. You wanted Matt to date you, not just fuck you.

Still it took more willpower than was pretty to step away from him. To turn your back and walk over to Houdini’s feeding station. As you spooned out the fishy food, you were hyperaware of Matt’s presence and his focused attention. Not wanting any further interruptions, you double-checked the dry food and water bowls.

That completed, you took a couple of deep breaths. And feeling a little more bit more in control of yourself, you turned back around to look at Matt. It looked like you weren’t the only one who managed to wrestle back some self control. His eyes were still dark but he no longer looked like he wanted to eat you.

You tried not feel disappointed about that.

“Um, maybe we should sit down,” you said, gesturing toward the couch.

“As you wish,” he said with a little twitch of the lips and slight lilt to his voice. Like he was making a joke . . .

Your eyes widened and you blurted out, “You’ve seen The Princess Bride?”

And immediately cringed. What had happened to your brain-to-mouth filter? You knew you had one. Otherwise you would have fired from your job ages ago after telling a client or one of your coworkers what you really thought about them and their unclear instructions and/or unreasonable demands . . .

“Yes,” he answered with a fond smile on his lips. “Foggy loves it and introduced it to me while we were at Columbia. I enjoyed it so we’ve watched it several times.”

You nodded. That would fit. Despite that hidden edge of sharpness, Foggy Nelson had seemed like a Princess Bride kind of guy.

“That explains a lot about The Man in the Mask,” you said,

“Does it?” he asked.

“Unless those grainy photographs have deceived me, your black outfit is very Dread Pirate Roberts,” you said. “Minus the rapier.”

“Disappointed?”

“A little,” you said with forced casualness. “The rapier is pretty cool.”

“Cooler than batons?”

“A stick just doesn’t have the same je ne sais quoi as rapier.”

“Inconceivable! Batons are infinitely cooler than rapiers.”

“Look, I’m sure your stick is very impressive . . .,” you started before stopping when he started snickering. Then you realized how your words could be taken and blushed.

“Most impressive, I’m told,” he said with a wicked grin. “I have also been praised for my skill in wielding it.”

You knew he wasn’t talking about the batons he used against criminals. You felt your blush deepen as you couldn’t keep your eyes away from the bugle in his pants. It hinted at a promising size and inevitably your mind recalled your fantasies. How you imagined he would feel inside you. Your cunt clenched around nothing. You couldn’t stop yourself from pressing your thighs together and squirm. It took everything not to reach down and start touching yourself. Or walk over to him and yank those sweatpants down . . .

Your eyes flicked up to his face and sure enough, that smug smirk was back. Along with that hungry look. His hands were curled into fists at his sides and his body was stiff with tension. Like it was also taking everything in him not walk over and start pulling your pants down . . .

Somehow you forced yourself to move away from him. To go to the couch and sit down like your cunt wasn’t aching with need. You tried to focus your mind on something other than sex. You didn’t even notice him moving until his weight settled on the couch. On the opposite end. That was good (It was bad insisted the horny parts of your brain). You weren’t sure you would have been able to stop yourself from straddling his lap if he had sat down next to you (horny brain insisted the only problem was that you both were wearing too much clothing . . .).

“So,” you said, trying and failing to prevent your voice was sounding breathy. “How about those Mets?”

That startled a laugh out of him. “Are you really asking about baseball?”

“I thought that’s what you were supposed to do,” you said, trying to joke. “Think about baseball.”

He chuckled. “I got told to think about Jesus.”

“That’s . . .” You paused and tried to think of way of describing it that wouldn’t be considered insulting. “A very religious answer.”

“Well, they were nuns.”

“Nuns?” you repeated. “Are you Catholic?”

“Guilty,” he said.

Somehow it fit. Of course, the blind ninja vigilante lawyer was Catholic. Only a Catholic would have the operatic level of drama needed to dress like the Devil to beat up criminals by night and be a criminal defense attorney by day.

He only laughed when you told that. But rather tellingly, he didn’t deny it.

After he got his laughter under control, he said, “I know you must have questions. You can ask.”

You plucked at the hem of your shirt. He was right. You had so many questions. Many of which even had absolutely nothing to do with sex or how he may or may not feel about you.

“I’m not sure where to start,” you admitted. “What was everyone else’s first question?”

“Are you really blind?”

You frowned. “Someone actually asked you that?”

“Several someones,” he answered. “Pretty much everyone when they discover that I’m Daredevil. For the record, the answer is yes, I’m really blind.”

“I never doubted that,” you said. “Please don’t take this the wrong way but pretending to be blind sounds like a lot of hassle for very little benefit.”

“Exactly,” he said. His lips pressed into a thin line. “Trust me, I’d rather people didn’t treat me like I’m made of glass. I hate that.”

You didn’t know what to say about that. You weren’t sure there was anything you could do say that wouldn’t sound like pity. But maybe he didn’t need you to say anything. Maybe he just needed you to listen and try not to repeat other people’s bad behavior.

“I can’t promise that I wouldn’t mess up,” you said. “I can only promise to try. Can you promise to tell me when I’m doing or saying something wrong? Or when I’m making bad assumptions?”

“I can do that,” he agreed. “I have a question.”

“Go ahead.”

“Most people seem surprised that I can fight at all. But you don’t seem surprised. Why?”

“Oh,” you said. “I read an article once about blind martial artists while researching. Don’t remember much of it – it’s been years.”

“Are you looking for articles about blind martial artists?”

“Probably not,” you said. “I fall into these research rabbit holes where I started off curious about one thing but end up reading or watching something unrelated to the original topic because it sounded interesting.”

He gave a hum of understanding.

“One of those forays lead me to a documentary about this group of blind people who had learned how to echolocate. Again, it’s been a while since I’ve seen it so I’m probably not remembering everything correctly but I figured if someone with normal human hearing can do it, someone with your senses ought to be able to.”

He nodded. “I can. And that’s a large part of how I navigate my surroundings and fight. But it isn’t just echoes. It’s other sounds like heartbeats. And it’s differences in air pressure and temperature. Put them together all and with a little concentration, I can build a picture in my mind of what and who is in my surroundings. There’s no detail. Just shapes. But it’s enough that I can basically tell where, example, the table is. Or when someone is trying to punch me.”

“Sounds like a lot to process,” you said.

He shrugged. “I’m used to it. My world on fire.”

“Poetic,” you said. “Why fire?”

“Because those things? Air currents, temperatures, echoes? They aren’t static.”

“Like a candle flame,” you said, hoping you were understanding his metaphor correctly. “Sometimes they burn hotter. Or grew dim. Or flicker.”

“Exactly. The ‘flames’ I can perceive can and does fluctuate depending on the circumstances. Everything from the weather to how loud somewhere is can change the flames.”

You nodded, thinking carefully. As much as someone who wasn’t directly experiencing it could understand it, you think you might understand.

“You said it takes a little concentration?” you started. Encouraged by his nod, you continued, “Am I wrong to assume that things that affect your ability to concentrate impact this world on fire?”

“No, you aren’t,” he said. “It’s harder when I’m tired or I have a headache. And when I lose control of my filtering process and get overloaded.”

“Filtering process?”

“I get a lot more sensory input than I can realistically deal with,” he explained. “Before I learned how to control my senses, I would alternate between screaming and catatonic. The nuns thought I was either crazy or possessed.”

“You spend a lot time around nuns?” you asked. Even for a Catholic, that sounded odd.

“Catholic school,” he said. “And I lived at St. Agnes Orphanage until I was eighteen.”

“Orphanage?” you repeated.

“Yeah,” he said. “My mother left when I was baby and my dad died when I was ten. The rest of the family was either dead or wanted nothing to do with me, so I wound up at St. Agnes.”

“What happened to your dad? Was he sick?”

“No,” Matt said. He closed his eyes and his hands tightened into fists. “He was murdered.”

“Murdered?” you echoed, shocked.

“Yes,” he said. His eyes opened and they were filled with a familiar pain. The same pain you saw in your parents’ eyes when they talked about family members who died before you were born.

“He was a boxer. They called him Battlin’ Jack Murdock. Don’t feel bad if you’ve never heard of him. He wasn’t famous. Never hit the big time. Just a local fighter but he was one hell of a fighter.

“We never had a lot of money. Unless you get to be a big name, boxing doesn’t pay all that much. My dad made ends meet doing low-skill construction work or other temp jobs that didn’t require any education. I never went hungry but I know that he did a few times to make sure that I didn’t.”

There was fierce, defensive edge to his voice. Almost like he was daring you to say that his dad was a bad father.

“But after my accident . . . things got harder. We didn’t have any health insurance and I was in the hospital for a couple of weeks. Then I needed specialized training to learn how to orient myself and read braille along with things like my cane. We got a lot of it of what I needed for free or a charity paid for it.

“But my dad hadn’t worked while I was in the hospital. Since the chemicals that had blinded me were radioactive, the doctors were afraid I was going to get radiation sickness. That is a slow, painful way to die and my dad didn’t want me to be alone if I started getting sick like that.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You slide down the couch until you were right next to him. Tentatively, unsure of how it would be received, you reached and placed your hand on his shoulder. The muscle was taut with tension. But he didn’t jerk away from your touch. Gently, you squeezed his shoulder before sliding your hand across back until you arm was draped across his shoulders. A very light hug that he could easily shrug off if it was unwelcome.

Apparently it wasn’t unwelcome. He leaned into you, resting his head on your shoulder and nuzzling into your neck. You took the opportunity to wrap your arms around him and give him an actual hug.

After a few minutes of silence, he continued, “Even after I was released, he still wasn’t working as many hours as he was before. It was suggested that we sue the company that owned the chemicals and my dad did find a lawyer willing to take the case pro bono. But as I’m sure you’re aware, those kind of suits can take years to settle, let alone make it to court.”

You nodded.

“In the meantime, the bills were very tight. We were behind on rent. So when a man offered to pay my dad to start throwing his matches, he took the money. Boxing is a young man’s sport so when my dad started losing, people just thought he was getting old.”

Matt took a deep but shaky breath. His hands were clenched so tightly that the skin over his knuckles was white and the veins were in high relief. When he spoke again, his voice was tight with pain and anger.

“Then one day, he didn’t throw the match like he was supposed to. That man had his men beat my father. Then that bastard killed him. Shot him in the head and left him in the alley like he was trash. I heard the whole thing. I had just turned ten.”

Your heart broke for him. You wanted to say something but again, there was nothing you could say. There were no words you could speak or actions you could take that would make everything all better. All you could do was hold him and hoped it helped him hurt less.

You didn’t know how long you sat there on the couch with him in your arms, hands carding through his hair. You didn’t care. As long as he needed the comfort, he was welcome to it. Eventually the tension drained out of his body.

When you started hearing soft snores, you realized that he had fallen asleep. Unwilling to wake him up if you could help it, you slowly and carefully maneuvered the both of them until you were laying down with him mostly on top of you. It would probably feel embarrassed about it in morning. But that was a problem for Future You. Present You was tired and wanted to sleep.

So you closed your eyes and fell asleep.

Ending Note Hope no one minds me making Reader a fan of The Princess Bride.

Reader and Matt will talk more in Part 11, currently titled "The Morning."

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本日、自由が丘スタジオベイドのホープライブにて、パンキンさんとノイズセッションで出演します。

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