[ He feels a lump in his throat from the relief that also washes through him. He's full of thanks that they were able to do this for that little girl. To help her find a little peace. ]
We did, yeah.
[ His hand lingers a moment before he moves on to the kitchen and pulls the ice packs out of the freezer. He also gets a glass of water, a towel, and something for the headache his brother's probably going to have later. ]
[Another bit of praise for the remedy to this girl's trauma. That was what this was for. Matt stays half slumped on the couch, listening to Mike move.]
[ He comes back to the couch with the stuff in his arms. He has just enough left to grab the shortbread cookies. He sets them down on the coffee table as well. ]
[ There's not a lot that cookies won't fix in general. It's a good thing the two of them are pretty easy to please. ]
I do my best.
[ He chuckles at the question, though and groans. ]
We're lucky this time. She's out of town for a few months. So she just asked if we could feed her cat for a couple of days when she goes to visit her sister later this month.
[He waits until the majority of the mending is done. Both knuckles get a different kind of wrapping. And Matt stays still. Normally he'd fidget and move to be annoying. Tonight is not for that.]
...that cat is still alive? What's it's name? Peanut brittle?
[Every old woman has at least one cat named after a sweet. Now that he can reach the package he offers one to Michael before taking one for himself.]
[ Mike has just as much practice in patching up fighting injuries as his brother does. Pros and cons of having their dad as a boxer, and not enough money to go to the hospital every time he hit the canvas or the other guys fists too hard. Whiskey and a homemade first aid kit worked wonders. ]
Amazingly, yes, Butterscotch is still alive. Though with the way it wheezes when it walks around I thought it might be undead or something.
[ He takes the cookie when his brother hands it to him, and has a bite. ]
Because he was an absolute terror after 2 in the morning. Knocking everything over and the yowling. I don't see how you slept through it!
[ Gently exasperated because Matt always did manage to sleep through it on those nights and Mike suffered. Butterscotch was no trouble, and that's why Mike liked him. Sweet and gentle and wanted nothing except to sit with you. Though age has not recently been kind to him, it makes him a little sad. ]
Less insanity at odd hours of the morning. It has to be.
[ He takes the cookie, but doesn't take a bite. ] Want me to order in for us while you clean up? We could both use something substantial to eat outside of these.
Well, I mean, that's what cats do. Now that you mention it yeah, I do remember hearing something.
[They hear everything after all. He has a lopsided smile. Poor Mike, always getting the shorter end of the stick somehow. Yes, Butterscotch was more his speed.]
Yeah, I like that plan.
[Though he would happily eat all of the cookies.]
If I'm not back in ten minutes assume I've fallen asleep.
Why is it just cats? You never hear of midnight crazies for dogs. I will never miss the yowling, I'm sorry.
[ Sometimes sleep makes that easier to deal with. More often than not they end up with strange, strange dreams vaguely related to the outside world. He gets their phone and heads back to the couch. ]
What do you want? And don't worry, I'll send in search an rescue at eight.
Well uh, leases allow for cats. They think dogs are messy.
[Not that he agrees. He shuffles off to the bathroom.]
...pad see ew and egg rolls.
[What else would he want? Turning on the water and stepping in into the spray he lets all the tension out. Wow. They were really able to make a difference tonight. A siren squeals just beyond their walls as an ambulance rolls past the building. Another story, another tragedy.
[ He's going to order a little extra. Matt'll need it once the adrenaline wears off. He pauses before dialing out when the ambulance goes by, again that child-like curiosity comes back. It's just out of range for them. He wonders what's happening.
[That's his parting thought. Matt would have wanted a dog. He and Mike agree that they smell terrible. They're also just so sweet and enjoyable to be around. Not to mention liability.
Matt leans on the tiles and his eyes feel heavy. His stomach growls. Cookies were not going to do it for him, good call Mike. He would have had a good dinner before, the nerves got the best of him. If he were less hungry he would have fallen asleep. Rinsing away blood and carefully sifting his hair to get any remaining shards of glass out is the last thing he does before stepping out.
He thinks about the sirens as he pads into the bedroom for more comfortable clothes.]
I know. He mentioned it the other day. He's really going for it.
[ They could probably handle a dog better than a cat. Maybe. Yeah, they smell awful, but it's nice to ---have something around that isn't just the two of them.
While he waits on the food, Mike gets some plates for them and sets them on the kitchen island. It'll be easier to make up the plates that way. He takes care to put away the cookies for the time being as well, sealed up so they can't possibly go stale too quickly.
By the time Matt gets out, the food is there, and Mike is getting it on the plates for them. He's also taken the opportunity to make a couple of small glasses of whiskey to go with it. Those are waiting on the coffee table already. ]
No, a dog isn't going to work in this picture. The two of them in this apartment, a dog. Another mouth to feed. And what on earth would happen if something were to happen to the poor thing because it's two owners are sharing half of a life? The thought drifts away.
Matt smiles and shuts his eyes taking in the smell of dinner. He's himself again. The edge gone. Battle bruised as he is, he really just looks sleepy.]
[ Matt would hear a laugh in response to that. They do get called a lot of things.
It would be nice if it were a possibility, but considering the lives they lead? It's just too much to add onto their steadily growing plate. Not to mention the fact that they just got their new office space. ]
Don't think too hard.
[ A teasing, light jab. Mike doesn't often go in for that. He can hear by his brother's heartbeat that he's more relaxed now. It's a good thing. Since he's still getting plates ready, he leans into the side hug when he goes past. ]
Trying to avoid dates from the neighbors setting us up or eating out at your favorite spot?
[ No, he knows it isn't either of those. They used to tell each other the stories they made up to go with the sirens out there at night. Before they knew what they were all for. Before they heard all the pleas and the cries for help in the night, and so few were answered. He stops getting the plates together a moment, and pulls in a breath as he contemplates the thought. ]
Help those that the system can't? It's---it's a slippery slope. We'd have to be careful for ---so many reasons.
[ Personal and private as well as public. As public defenders, were they ever caught (conviction wouldn't matter with that kind of hearsay in the courts), it would call into question every case they ever put forth to the state. Not to mention the danger it would put Foggy in.
Never mind the thought of being separated from one another. Of one of them having to go into hiding without their other half. ]
[New office, new beginnings. The whole package together. It feels like life has been set into motion. Tonight is most definitely another object thrown into their juggling act.]
Oh shut up.
[Sweetly, equally easy going. Matt comes closer to his brother. The food is alluring and they are both hungry now. His head is filled with possibilities.]
Yes, yes of course we would. But think of what we could do, Mike. Think of how we could reach people. That little girl had no one. This is bigger than just you and me. We grew up here. And there are more sirens than there ever were before.
[ They'll find a new place for Foggy's dinosaur collection and Matt's fancy tea. It'll be fine. ]
Make me. [ Another tease. ] Can you grab the whiskey glasses, and I'll grab the plates?
[ Which he does once they are both ready. Extra eggrolls for Matt and all. He heads to the couch and takes his favorite side, and sets the food down on the coffee table. Leaning back, he hums in thought, and nods. ]
We could help them. Help so much more than the cops ever get to, that they might never get to.
[ Be the kind of person that might've been able to save Jack Murdock. Which he doesn't say out loud, but they both know in their hearts. ]
[No neither of them are actually ready for a fight. Matt doesn't respond to the request verbally but he's going for the glasses and plates. The smell of the food and everything together is comforting.]
That's what I'm saying. If we can just get out there, be there at the right times. We could really make a difference. We're needed.
[If they could save one little girl, they could stop so many other problems. What if someone was out there that could have saved Jack Murdock? That's what's weighing on Matt's mind.]
I think the both of us need to train a lot more before we're ready to go out there in force.
[ As ever, the voice of reason. He's not trying to put down the idea, but he wants to make sure they're careful about it. They'll have to be in order to make it work. ]
I know what you're saying. I get it. We have to make sure we're ready for it though, or we're not helping the situations we walk into.
[He's waiting for the confirmation. Sure, Matt is the impulsive one. The one with rash ideas and grand schemes that don't always play out in the end. This has a touch of something bigger than what they are together. Maybe this is the whole reason why they started and never knew it.]
The way he can hear and just...assess situations at a moment, you know there wouldn't be very many possibilities that we are a hindrance.
[He reaches for his glass and carefully pours the whiskey. One for Mike. The other for himself.]
[ More than just remembering how to wrap the ropes.
Mike isn't surprised he's agreeing to this idea. They both innately want to help people. They wouldn't have left the firm otherwise. They can do more like this than he and Foggy could do in months of case files and paperwork. ]
We can try it. Work at it and figure out how to hone things. We go slow, like we did here.
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We did, yeah.
[ His hand lingers a moment before he moves on to the kitchen and pulls the ice packs out of the freezer. He also gets a glass of water, a towel, and something for the headache his brother's probably going to have later. ]
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[Another bit of praise for the remedy to this girl's trauma. That was what this was for. Matt stays half slumped on the couch, listening to Mike move.]
How did your end of the mission go?
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I brought you cookies.
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Well done.
[He knows that they didn't come for free. Mikey paid the price.]
...don't tell me we were set up for a date....
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I do my best.
[ He chuckles at the question, though and groans. ]
We're lucky this time. She's out of town for a few months. So she just asked if we could feed her cat for a couple of days when she goes to visit her sister later this month.
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...that cat is still alive? What's it's name? Peanut brittle?
[Every old woman has at least one cat named after a sweet. Now that he can reach the package he offers one to Michael before taking one for himself.]
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Amazingly, yes, Butterscotch is still alive. Though with the way it wheezes when it walks around I thought it might be undead or something.
[ He takes the cookie when his brother hands it to him, and has a bite. ]
The sandwich cremes are still better.
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[Now they mend one another. And drink whiskey too. Though it is so expensive. The small vices are less costly. Matt takes another cookie.]
I would have thought Caramel would have lived longer than Butterscotch.
[Of course he remembers the name of his favorite cat.
As he chews, he makes a face.]
The creme isn't ever real as it should be.
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[ He scoffs a little. He'll get the whiskey for them later. They need to eat a real meal first. He laughs just a little. ]
It meowed and sounded like some kind of creature from a monster movie.
[ Which earns a face scrunched up in protest from Mike. ]
I still like 'em. It's not like we've ever tried to make our own.
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[It's so much easier for them to enjoy someone else's pet without the dander and waste in their space. Matt hands a cookie to Mike.]
Yikes. Well. More power to Butterscotch for keeping it together. We'll never know his secret.
[They don't have sandwich creme cookies so they have to make due.]
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[ Gently exasperated because Matt always did manage to sleep through it on those nights and Mike suffered. Butterscotch was no trouble, and that's why Mike liked him. Sweet and gentle and wanted nothing except to sit with you. Though age has not recently been kind to him, it makes him a little sad. ]
Less insanity at odd hours of the morning. It has to be.
[ He takes the cookie, but doesn't take a bite. ] Want me to order in for us while you clean up? We could both use something substantial to eat outside of these.
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[They hear everything after all. He has a lopsided smile. Poor Mike, always getting the shorter end of the stick somehow. Yes, Butterscotch was more his speed.]
Yeah, I like that plan.
[Though he would happily eat all of the cookies.]
If I'm not back in ten minutes assume I've fallen asleep.
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[ Sometimes sleep makes that easier to deal with. More often than not they end up with strange, strange dreams vaguely related to the outside world. He gets their phone and heads back to the couch. ]
What do you want? And don't worry, I'll send in search an rescue at eight.
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[Not that he agrees. He shuffles off to the bathroom.]
...pad see ew and egg rolls.
[What else would he want? Turning on the water and stepping in into the spray he lets all the tension out. Wow. They were really able to make a difference tonight. A siren squeals just beyond their walls as an ambulance rolls past the building. Another story, another tragedy.
What if they could do more?]
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[ But wet dog is ---awful. ]
Just checking.
[ He's going to order a little extra. Matt'll need it once the adrenaline wears off. He pauses before dialing out when the ambulance goes by, again that child-like curiosity comes back. It's just out of range for them. He wonders what's happening.
They could do more. Shouldn't they? ]
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[That's his parting thought. Matt would have wanted a dog. He and Mike agree that they smell terrible. They're also just so sweet and enjoyable to be around. Not to mention liability.
Matt leans on the tiles and his eyes feel heavy. His stomach growls. Cookies were not going to do it for him, good call Mike. He would have had a good dinner before, the nerves got the best of him. If he were less hungry he would have fallen asleep. Rinsing away blood and carefully sifting his hair to get any remaining shards of glass out is the last thing he does before stepping out.
He thinks about the sirens as he pads into the bedroom for more comfortable clothes.]
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[ They could probably handle a dog better than a cat. Maybe. Yeah, they smell awful, but it's nice to ---have something around that isn't just the two of them.
While he waits on the food, Mike gets some plates for them and sets them on the kitchen island. It'll be easier to make up the plates that way. He takes care to put away the cookies for the time being as well, sealed up so they can't possibly go stale too quickly.
By the time Matt gets out, the food is there, and Mike is getting it on the plates for them. He's also taken the opportunity to make a couple of small glasses of whiskey to go with it. Those are waiting on the coffee table already. ]
Feeling ok, still?
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[Among many, many other things.
No, a dog isn't going to work in this picture. The two of them in this apartment, a dog. Another mouth to feed. And what on earth would happen if something were to happen to the poor thing because it's two owners are sharing half of a life? The thought drifts away.
Matt smiles and shuts his eyes taking in the smell of dinner. He's himself again. The edge gone. Battle bruised as he is, he really just looks sleepy.]
Yeah. I'm good. Just tired. Thinking.
[He gives Mike a side hug as he passes him.]
...what if we did this regularly?
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It would be nice if it were a possibility, but considering the lives they lead? It's just too much to add onto their steadily growing plate. Not to mention the fact that they just got their new office space. ]
Don't think too hard.
[ A teasing, light jab. Mike doesn't often go in for that. He can hear by his brother's heartbeat that he's more relaxed now. It's a good thing. Since he's still getting plates ready, he leans into the side hug when he goes past. ]
Trying to avoid dates from the neighbors setting us up or eating out at your favorite spot?
[ No, he knows it isn't either of those. They used to tell each other the stories they made up to go with the sirens out there at night. Before they knew what they were all for. Before they heard all the pleas and the cries for help in the night, and so few were answered. He stops getting the plates together a moment, and pulls in a breath as he contemplates the thought. ]
Help those that the system can't? It's---it's a slippery slope. We'd have to be careful for ---so many reasons.
[ Personal and private as well as public. As public defenders, were they ever caught (conviction wouldn't matter with that kind of hearsay in the courts), it would call into question every case they ever put forth to the state. Not to mention the danger it would put Foggy in.
Never mind the thought of being separated from one another. Of one of them having to go into hiding without their other half. ]
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Oh shut up.
[Sweetly, equally easy going. Matt comes closer to his brother. The food is alluring and they are both hungry now. His head is filled with possibilities.]
Yes, yes of course we would. But think of what we could do, Mike. Think of how we could reach people. That little girl had no one. This is bigger than just you and me. We grew up here. And there are more sirens than there ever were before.
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Make me. [ Another tease. ] Can you grab the whiskey glasses, and I'll grab the plates?
[ Which he does once they are both ready. Extra eggrolls for Matt and all. He heads to the couch and takes his favorite side, and sets the food down on the coffee table. Leaning back, he hums in thought, and nods. ]
We could help them. Help so much more than the cops ever get to, that they might never get to.
[ Be the kind of person that might've been able to save Jack Murdock. Which he doesn't say out loud, but they both know in their hearts. ]
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[No neither of them are actually ready for a fight. Matt doesn't respond to the request verbally but he's going for the glasses and plates. The smell of the food and everything together is comforting.]
That's what I'm saying. If we can just get out there, be there at the right times. We could really make a difference. We're needed.
[If they could save one little girl, they could stop so many other problems. What if someone was out there that could have saved Jack Murdock? That's what's weighing on Matt's mind.]
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[ As ever, the voice of reason. He's not trying to put down the idea, but he wants to make sure they're careful about it. They'll have to be in order to make it work. ]
I know what you're saying. I get it. We have to make sure we're ready for it though, or we're not helping the situations we walk into.
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[He's waiting for the confirmation. Sure, Matt is the impulsive one. The one with rash ideas and grand schemes that don't always play out in the end. This has a touch of something bigger than what they are together. Maybe this is the whole reason why they started and never knew it.]
The way he can hear and just...assess situations at a moment, you know there wouldn't be very many possibilities that we are a hindrance.
[He reaches for his glass and carefully pours the whiskey. One for Mike. The other for himself.]
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Mike isn't surprised he's agreeing to this idea. They both innately want to help people. They wouldn't have left the firm otherwise. They can do more like this than he and Foggy could do in months of case files and paperwork. ]
We can try it. Work at it and figure out how to hone things. We go slow, like we did here.
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