He really did feel bad, standing Tim up. It hurts a little more than he likes but they reconcile. They fall into a pattern. It's a pattern Matt likes and likes more than he should admit--because Tim, broken Tim, frayed Tim, is perfectly content with casual hook ups and Matt needs casual hookups and not long term relationships. Not with people that work with police.
Not with anyone, with how he spends his evenings.
Nelson and Murdock aren't a huge law firm. Actually, they're struggling to get above water. If it weren't for Matt's 'inheritance' and Welsey's money for defending Fisks' man they'd probably be shut down which is exactly why Foggy had collected those bagels when they turned down the full job offer at Landman and Zack.
Regardless, they don't have too many clients. The ones that pay well tend to be guilty, which means Matt is uninterested. They're learning about Fisk, though, trying to rule him out. They even meet a lovely Spanish woman named Mrs. Cardenas and that entire fiasco happens. He means Claire, too, his night nurse, and Matt knows in order to take down Fisk he needs to take down the Russians first. All of this is balanced in between stealing a few kisses among other things with Tim.
He smells it, sometimes. Didn't realize how much his heart broke when he smelled sex and someone else's place on Tim. Matt tries to tell himself it's for the best, especially when it keeps happening, but he always winds up inviting Tim over or out and they always wind up fucking. Each time it happens, Matt vows to make their nights even better for Tim. He fucks Tim harder, into the mattress. Grabs his hair and whispers filthy things in his ear with his hand around his neck, pressing and bruising. But he always slings a friendly arm around him and never forgets to make breakfast when Tim stays over. He's doing it not to work out his anger, but because Tim likes it rough and hard and fast and desperate.
Sometimes they go two or three rounds. Always when Tim's staying, and always on a weekend so they don't have to go to work the next day exhausted and hungover. The fact that Matt's more annoyed by Tim sleeping with other people than his alcoholism is probably a sign that Matt has his priorities wrong. He gets roughed up sometimes by the Russians, but he's relatively doing alright in that field. IT's slow grueling work but he does it because he needs to. Because this city needs to. In the day, he takes on clients and defends them.
Today, though, it's not so easy. Today, they've lost. Not just any case--one where the big oil companies are going to screw a worker out of a job and more money than he's probably ever seen. They lost and they lost badly thanks to a hung jury and a bought judge. His client knows Matt and Foggy fought for him and fought hard and that's the worst part. He just accepted his fate and wanted the rest of the day to be spent with his family. Matt wonders if he's going to commit suicide like his persperation, heartbeat, and inflection are saying. He prays not and makes a promise to go to confession after work. Now, though?
Now he's just angry.
So is Foggy and so is Karen, and Matt is using Foggy to steady himself. He bumps into someone and Matt has to remember not to snap, not to punch. Instead, he grips his cane.
"Tim," Foggy greets, and Matt's thoughts on who they bumped in to was correct. "Nice to see you." But even Foggy's voice sounds dismal. Karen offers a small, sad smile.
Matt's grip on the cane tightens. "It's nice to hear you again," he says cordially. He's not mat at Tim but some of the venom seeps through anyway. "Happy Friday."
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Not with anyone, with how he spends his evenings.
Nelson and Murdock aren't a huge law firm. Actually, they're struggling to get above water. If it weren't for Matt's 'inheritance' and Welsey's money for defending Fisks' man they'd probably be shut down which is exactly why Foggy had collected those bagels when they turned down the full job offer at Landman and Zack.
Regardless, they don't have too many clients. The ones that pay well tend to be guilty, which means Matt is uninterested. They're learning about Fisk, though, trying to rule him out. They even meet a lovely Spanish woman named Mrs. Cardenas and that entire fiasco happens. He means Claire, too, his night nurse, and Matt knows in order to take down Fisk he needs to take down the Russians first. All of this is balanced in between stealing a few kisses among other things with Tim.
He smells it, sometimes. Didn't realize how much his heart broke when he smelled sex and someone else's place on Tim. Matt tries to tell himself it's for the best, especially when it keeps happening, but he always winds up inviting Tim over or out and they always wind up fucking. Each time it happens, Matt vows to make their nights even better for Tim. He fucks Tim harder, into the mattress. Grabs his hair and whispers filthy things in his ear with his hand around his neck, pressing and bruising. But he always slings a friendly arm around him and never forgets to make breakfast when Tim stays over. He's doing it not to work out his anger, but because Tim likes it rough and hard and fast and desperate.
Sometimes they go two or three rounds. Always when Tim's staying, and always on a weekend so they don't have to go to work the next day exhausted and hungover. The fact that Matt's more annoyed by Tim sleeping with other people than his alcoholism is probably a sign that Matt has his priorities wrong. He gets roughed up sometimes by the Russians, but he's relatively doing alright in that field. IT's slow grueling work but he does it because he needs to. Because this city needs to. In the day, he takes on clients and defends them.
Today, though, it's not so easy. Today, they've lost. Not just any case--one where the big oil companies are going to screw a worker out of a job and more money than he's probably ever seen. They lost and they lost badly thanks to a hung jury and a bought judge. His client knows Matt and Foggy fought for him and fought hard and that's the worst part. He just accepted his fate and wanted the rest of the day to be spent with his family. Matt wonders if he's going to commit suicide like his persperation, heartbeat, and inflection are saying. He prays not and makes a promise to go to confession after work. Now, though?
Now he's just angry.
So is Foggy and so is Karen, and Matt is using Foggy to steady himself. He bumps into someone and Matt has to remember not to snap, not to punch. Instead, he grips his cane.
"Tim," Foggy greets, and Matt's thoughts on who they bumped in to was correct. "Nice to see you." But even Foggy's voice sounds dismal. Karen offers a small, sad smile.
Matt's grip on the cane tightens. "It's nice to hear you again," he says cordially. He's not mat at Tim but some of the venom seeps through anyway. "Happy Friday."