[ 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.
[ No, case wouldn't be appropriate. These people are different from the work they do normally. Though Mike imagines there will be days where there will be overlap. ]
It means looking into the major players in the city as well. We don't want to go into something too big for us.
[ It was. They tried to do things the right way. The right way didn't work for a number of reasons. ]
Yeah, okay. That's a good plan. Not burn out too quickly. Give each of us time to recuperate.
[This new work would still be able the people they help, the people they save. That's the real purpose. Vengeance and all out violence itself, no. Though they must use what tools they have.]
[Careful, critical, this is part of what makes them so successful. The positive traits of Mike with Matt. Once the glasses clink he feels more at ease. They agree, clearly.]
More than a little crazy. You can't deny that this feels right though.
[Not with what they felt. That elation, the steady heartbeat of a young girl. Her worries are over for now.]
[They both are crazy. They have been. At least there is good company for them in one another. The check and balance of asking sometimes is important. Matt is the hothead. Mikey is the introspective one. That's their basic balance and what they've come to expect from themselves and one another.
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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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[Matt almost says the word case but it does not feel appropriate in this context at all.]
Research, look from all angles before we leap.
[This time it was close to home in so many ways. Their actual apartment but looking out for an exploited child.]
Do you--you can be the one to go out next. If you want. I think that if we alternate, we'll stay on top of the other things.Not get so worn out.
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[ No, case wouldn't be appropriate. These people are different from the work they do normally. Though Mike imagines there will be days where there will be overlap. ]
It means looking into the major players in the city as well. We don't want to go into something too big for us.
[ It was. They tried to do things the right way. The right way didn't work for a number of reasons. ]
Yeah, okay. That's a good plan. Not burn out too quickly. Give each of us time to recuperate.
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Yes, well, again. We're gonna start small. Defensive.
[Protecting. Matt offers his glass to clink with Mike's.]
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You know this is a little crazy, right?
[ Said with a wry smile. ]
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More than a little crazy. You can't deny that this feels right though.
[Not with what they felt. That elation, the steady heartbeat of a young girl. Her worries are over for now.]
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It does. We can do some real good out there.
[ That little girl will rest for the first night in a long time. They helped that happen. ]
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[He drinks down more of his drink before putting a hand on his brother's shoulders.]
Feels right. Is that crazy to say?
[Since they're accepting the degree of crazy to even propose such a thing.]
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A little, but I don't disagree.
[ Said with a chuckle. Must be right then. ]
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He smiles.]
We'll make it work.