Those Murdock boys, people say. They got the devil in them.
It's not fair. The world isn't fair. It's not and Matt wants to put the mask on, wants to desperately go to the juror that was paid off and the judge that didn't care and shake them until they listened. To make sure that this never happened again.
His knuckles are white and his lips are tight but it's not Tim's fault. It's not. It doesn't mean Matt isn't furious.
Maybe he'll go boxing, after this.
But Tim offers to take them out for drinks and Foggy is never one to say no. Even Karen nods and offers a smile, tiny and polite and still crushed. She's not used to this yet, losing clients.
"God!" Foggy's saying as Karen and him pass Tim. "That jury wasn't hung until Number 8 did some 12 angry men shit."
"Does this happen?" Karen asks. "Does this usually--do you sometimes--"
"Yes," Matt says. Touches Tim's elbow, wanting to start walking. It's polite of Tim to offer, but not necessary. He has work to do, too. He can't be irresponsible. But his grip is a little tighter than normal.
"That's not fair!"
Matt smiles. It's thin and angry but his voice comes out soft and understanding. "The world isn't fair. That's why we fight."
"Drinks," Foggy points. "Drinks, my man Tim. You are a saviour in a weary world of law."
"You guys go ahead," Matt urges. Still touching Tim's arm. Foggy and Karen obey, and Matt stares at the ground.
"Thank you," he says quietly. Because he knows Tim knows. He's still working on what that odd worried pattern in his heartbeat was.
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It's not fair. The world isn't fair. It's not and Matt wants to put the mask on, wants to desperately go to the juror that was paid off and the judge that didn't care and shake them until they listened. To make sure that this never happened again.
His knuckles are white and his lips are tight but it's not Tim's fault. It's not. It doesn't mean Matt isn't furious.
Maybe he'll go boxing, after this.
But Tim offers to take them out for drinks and Foggy is never one to say no. Even Karen nods and offers a smile, tiny and polite and still crushed. She's not used to this yet, losing clients.
"God!" Foggy's saying as Karen and him pass Tim. "That jury wasn't hung until Number 8 did some 12 angry men shit."
"Does this happen?" Karen asks. "Does this usually--do you sometimes--"
"Yes," Matt says. Touches Tim's elbow, wanting to start walking. It's polite of Tim to offer, but not necessary. He has work to do, too. He can't be irresponsible. But his grip is a little tighter than normal.
"That's not fair!"
Matt smiles. It's thin and angry but his voice comes out soft and understanding. "The world isn't fair. That's why we fight."
"Drinks," Foggy points. "Drinks, my man Tim. You are a saviour in a weary world of law."
"You guys go ahead," Matt urges. Still touching Tim's arm. Foggy and Karen obey, and Matt stares at the ground.
"Thank you," he says quietly. Because he knows Tim knows. He's still working on what that odd worried pattern in his heartbeat was.