fightlikehell | Hello, hello, hello.

I appreciate the concern, Matty. But I'm okay.

A surprising amount. They always take it so bad when I point out how short their arms are.

I'm glad to hear you're okay. It could have been pretty bad.

[Not that he could have known though he is doing his damnedest to night lie. Who is to say he wasn't there?]

I feel like you have had plenty of kangaroo run-ins in your time.

The people monitoring the fights wouldn't let it get that bad.

Some bigger than others. Bullets hurt more, though.

The way you're talking it would have to get pretty ugly for you to call it off.

They do, don't they?

That's because it would. I'm a little competitive.

The ones that go through you hurt more than the ones that stay in, I've found.

That's the talk of a winner.

I can imagine.

Careful, that sounds like encouragement.

I'm a lifelong fan of competitive fighting. Practically born that way.

When you're a son of a boxer, I guess so.

Plus that Fighting Irish and you're a goner for sure.

[Call it impatience or just...because he wanted to hear her voice...]

I went to matches before I knew what they were. I thought the ring looked like a big play pen for grown ups.

[ She smiles at the call and puts him on speaker as she continues to change. ]

That's not too far off from what they are. But now I need to know if you went to fights as a toddler.

A handful or so. I mean, sitters are expensive. Granny had her bingo nights.

[He can almost make out the rustle of clothing, no matter the tech it's harder to listen to anything but what the phone wants you to hear.]

[ She laughs but there's also a small moan there. She's going to be very sore tomorrow. ]

Aww, little Matty wasn't allowed at bingo.

Little Matty wouldn't stay still. There were too many focused on the game. Somehow the opposite at the boxing matches.

[That moan he hears. His heart clenches and restarts.]

...you okay?

[ She can't help smiling, trying to imagine Matt that small. She's not sure why she was doing that but it just seemed to make that much more endearing to her. ]

I bet. Too focused on the people duking it out in the big playpen.

[ She twists and pops her back before sitting on the bed, hand going to her stomach. ]

Yeah. I'm just sore.

And watching a fight you don't need your hands so someone always held me or at least made sure I stayed put.

[He laughs warmly at the distant memories.]

Did you already hit the showers Take your medicine or get yourself an icy-hot?

Aww, that's cute.

[ And it is. Certainly enough to make her smile even if it was a toddler watching adults beat each other up.

She then gives a tired if pained laugh at his questioning. ]

I took a shower, took some meds, but no icy-hot.

Kind of messed up too.

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Kind of messed up too.

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No? At least be sure to ice whatever's got you bad. Might keep you up.

I doubt anyone's childhood has been normal.

[ She says it lightly enough but her chest gets tighter at the thought of when she was a child. She lays down, voice growing tighter as she holds back a moan. ]

It's okay. I'm way too tired to be kept up by it. Just... need to not move. Even though I know that'll be the worse thing to do tomorrow.

Point made.

[Matt eases himself to lay back too.]

Of course you'd not be troubled by insomnia. [He clicks his tongue.] This means I gotta check up on you tomorrow. How do I know you're not concussed?

[ She grins up at her ceiling, ]

I think you just want a reason to come over.

Maybe.

[Oh no. He smiles too. It breaks away to a yawn.]

I'm genuinely concerned though. I mean, you obviously got punched in the head enough to leave a mark.

[ Oh no, his yawn is contagious! ]

The face, not the head. And there wasn't any blood. But I wouldn't mind you coming over if you're really that concerned.

[He did get in her in the face, didn't he? Matt is glad that he's alone so he can wince a little. It is what you do in a fight though.]

Tomorrow. What would you like me to bring? I don't think I should come empty handed.

[ It was her own fault, her own plan. She would now pay the price for it. ]

Just bring yourself. That's all that's needed.

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