(Never ever has he had it as good as he has it now. It is known.)
Matt has put so much of himself into Hell's Kitchen as it is. Without family for so long, without prospects that he has now, it was only a vague idea of how to assert his ideals into something productive. Nelson and Murdock is a realization of that dream and promise to use his head instead of his fists... while still using his fists. Both of them are solutions to the same problem. The true happiness is coming from the connections he's made from these solutions. Foggy, Karen and now Verity... he would never think to be as happy as he is right now without any of them.
What is a dismaying, real factor is that nothing can stay standing without effort. He still must put on a suit one way or the other and try to save the day. It's less time for friendship, less time for love when he fights so hard to keep both. Almost a week is too long he's decided being in her presence and thinking so much in her absence. His own nights have been restless on principle. Without her there was no sense of settling in after the heavy, hard hits. Matt touches his forehead to her's.
"I love you. I'm sorry it's been a long week," repetition never hurt anybody. And God knows he means it. His heart is beating steady and strong against her hands. Each answer to his questions makes him feel lighter, less pained by the guilt the distance of days brought on. As usual her hair is a sculpture to appreciate. "You've got the patience of a saint."
He's so caught up in her that Matt actually forgets food. "He better," and Matt even sends a look across the office knowing where Foggy stands. Chances are he has no idea what they're talking about. Pressing glances aren't good so he turns quickly to Karen in the conference room. "You've had your share I hope? There's no telling what's left so far."
✧ʕ̢̣̣̣̣̩̩̩̩·͡˔·ོɁ̡̣̣̣̣̩̩̩̩✧ that fox is so cuuuute omg
Matt has put so much of himself into Hell's Kitchen as it is. Without family for so long, without prospects that he has now, it was only a vague idea of how to assert his ideals into something productive. Nelson and Murdock is a realization of that dream and promise to use his head instead of his fists... while still using his fists. Both of them are solutions to the same problem. The true happiness is coming from the connections he's made from these solutions. Foggy, Karen and now Verity... he would never think to be as happy as he is right now without any of them.
What is a dismaying, real factor is that nothing can stay standing without effort. He still must put on a suit one way or the other and try to save the day. It's less time for friendship, less time for love when he fights so hard to keep both. Almost a week is too long he's decided being in her presence and thinking so much in her absence. His own nights have been restless on principle. Without her there was no sense of settling in after the heavy, hard hits. Matt touches his forehead to her's.
"I love you. I'm sorry it's been a long week," repetition never hurt anybody. And God knows he means it. His heart is beating steady and strong against her hands. Each answer to his questions makes him feel lighter, less pained by the guilt the distance of days brought on. As usual her hair is a sculpture to appreciate. "You've got the patience of a saint."
He's so caught up in her that Matt actually forgets food. "He better," and Matt even sends a look across the office knowing where Foggy stands. Chances are he has no idea what they're talking about. Pressing glances aren't good so he turns quickly to Karen in the conference room. "You've had your share I hope? There's no telling what's left so far."