fightlikehell | Hello, hello, hello.

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.

[He fits the phone to his ear as he rolls onto his side.]

Not even coffee huh? Mmm.

[ She finally has him off speaker and against her ear. ]

Keep pushing and I'll make you get me breakfast.

[Oh there we go. It's like she's speaking right with him. Almost.]

Depending on when you wake up...maybe I will.

It's going to be late.

[ She warns -- before turning her head and yawning.

Then, after being quiet for a moment, ]

Is this what it's like? Having a normal life? You get up, go to your job, come home and do... whatever?

Then lunch.

[Matt smiles and pulls up the blankets.]

...mostly. I mean, the watered down version. There's more trouble, more noise...

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