He does not feel better from having talked about it like they say you're supposed to. He doesn't feel lighter or more at ease, and maybe part of that is because he hasn't said the whole truth. But probably most of it is just his unwillingness to discuss the things he spent all of his childhood carefully covering up.
If anything, he feels like there's a good chance his nightmares will be particularly nasty tonight. He needs something stronger than wine.
He leans into Matt a little, careful not to upset any of the bruises along his abdomen. "Can't say I've ever been on a date like this before."
Not that he's complaining, though. He's really not. He hasn't even been on that many dates, and the ones he has been on-- well, they weren't with Matt Murdock. And that, honestly, is what makes all the difference. He turns his head to look at the posters on the walls, letting his temple rest against Matt's forehead. He can't imagine what it's like to not be able to see them. What it's like to be Matt.
But he complies. Of course he complies. He describes them in detail, everything from the colors to the fonts and the sizes and the curves of the letters. The posters themselves are worn, dusty and yellowed with age, and he describes that part, too. He describes it all in a quiet, slow drawl.
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Date: 2016-01-14 09:29 pm (UTC)If anything, he feels like there's a good chance his nightmares will be particularly nasty tonight. He needs something stronger than wine.
He leans into Matt a little, careful not to upset any of the bruises along his abdomen. "Can't say I've ever been on a date like this before."
Not that he's complaining, though. He's really not. He hasn't even been on that many dates, and the ones he has been on-- well, they weren't with Matt Murdock. And that, honestly, is what makes all the difference. He turns his head to look at the posters on the walls, letting his temple rest against Matt's forehead. He can't imagine what it's like to not be able to see them. What it's like to be Matt.
But he complies. Of course he complies. He describes them in detail, everything from the colors to the fonts and the sizes and the curves of the letters. The posters themselves are worn, dusty and yellowed with age, and he describes that part, too. He describes it all in a quiet, slow drawl.