[ it's right there...the hand found him...he went abroad. It's literally right there and Matt refuses to piece it together. How annoying! He's done such a nice job of laying it out. ]
I think our experiences with the Hand were different.
To answer your question about schools, though, I did undergrad abroad and then came back to Empire State University for law school. I'm guessing it's the functional equivalent of the ones you mentioned.
[ We call that willful ignorance, Mr. Murdock. Matt doesn't want to put all the pieces together, even if he has them all laid out in front of him... ]
I didn't find out about them until pretty recently, so they must have been.
[ To his benefit, apparently. Even if everything with Elektra was... bad. A mess. Disastrous. Matt worries his lip thinking about it—Murdock dodged the question about Elektra, which Matt suspects might mean her fate has something in common with Matt's own.
Shit, he really doesn't want to know if Murdock was trained by the Hand instead of Elektra. If she was the one who Matt met in undergrad, and if she was the one he tried to recruit. Talking about law school seems so much easier. ]
Sounds like it.
[ He runs a hand over the bar counter, feeling every tiny indentation on the wood. He can't help it, for all that he knows that the answer will hurt: ]
[ Matt hums. He could have said the same thing about Elektra just a year ago. He'd known her, they'd fallen into each other's orbit like binary stars, burning and breaking each other. It was a mistake, but God, what a mistake to make.
Now Elektra was dead. (Matt doesn't know the Hand can revive people.) ]
She... she showed up pretty recently for me. But it didn't last—you know how it is with her.
[ How it was. Matt takes a breath through his nose, trying to keep his thoughts away from the guilt he feels, the memories of all the things they'd done. Foggy always said Matt was like another person around her. Matt knows that's true, but he can still miss her even with all the pain she caused.
Now, here he is. All he can do is atone. But that's not why they went out drinking, is it? Matt goes for a deflection, one that steers him far away from the hand-shaped elephant in the room (that is presently obscured by Matt's manpain about Elektra.) ]
Look, I... This conversation would go a little better over a date, wouldn't it? Maybe not a good one, though. Haven't had the best track record there.
[ He would never! It's just that sometimes his old girlfriends break into his apartment or they spy on his friends or... well. He's glad they talked about this now so they can never bring it up again. ]
Yeah, that's the part I'm still wrapping my head around. The milestones are pretty similar.
[ Even down to them both having "accident," which means they've both got powers. Of course the details seem to vary wildly, and Matt is ignoring the red flags like a blind man (haha.) But now that they're out of more serious territory, Matt will try to keep it that way. ]
[ Matt laughs, surprised and only a little flustered (look, Murdock is hot too, OK). It does seem a little narcissistic, but damn. Ain't no one here to judge him but God and an alternate universe version of himself. ]
Yeah, same here.
[ It's way easier to put himself down most of the time, so he'll take it. Plus, he knows he's handsome too, there's no denying that. ]
I don't think I could pull off the aviators, though.
[ They're well past pretending they can't sense shapes, lbr. ]
[ Matt snorts, leaning on the bar with the loose stance of guy two beers in. (Just tipsy. Enough that he's talking about this at all.) ]
I can read between the lines.
[ He waves a hand, like that answers anything. They both had an "Accident" and they both encountered Stick. There's really no question. Matt might not be able to pull off aviators, and he may not be able to sense colors, but he knows himself pretty well. ]
[ Matt meanwhile is used to drinking with Foggy, who's a lightweight, though he's definitely letting himself relax a little more than he might otherwise. For all that he isn't sure he trusts Murdock, he doesn't think he's in any danger with what is essentially another version of himself. What a dummy. ]
I can read.
[ He huffs a little bit, like "of course." He's offended Murdock even has to ask. But then he raises a hand and waves his fingers a bit. ]
That's what these are for.
[ What are hands for, but reading? Though obviously Matt doesn't only mean braille. Those super senses make a whole lot of things possible. ]
Cool. [ He does smirk. There's a vindictiveness to making them obnoxious and reflective that Matt wouldn't indulge in, but he can't say he doesn't get where that desire comes from. ] Mine are dark, dark red. And round, I went with something classic. Sometimes people think I'm just pretentious, but they shut up pretty quick when they see the cane.
[ It's nice to hear him laugh after all that guilt. He's not sure why that's a thought that strikes him, but it does. Matt grins, happy to have drawn it out. ]
[ Matt's grin is a mile wide. Maybe it's not so bad, meeting someone who's like you but just off—if they at least have a good sense of humor. Who better to know himself than Matt Murdock? Who else could "get it" as well as him? ]
Yeah, I think I do.
[ Maybe he does, if only a little bit. He can tell Murdock is smiling too and that's—it's nice. Matt might be a loner, but he knows he won't survive if he's alone. ]
This is nice, you know. Thanks for inviting me out.
I mean Maybe you just hadn't crossed paths yet I don't know what you two have been doing But I wanted to give it a moment to talk to the two of you about stuff You know so you didn't get the WOW ANOTHER ME moment from it
No, i mean, YEAH to the legal question but also another thing You two have you guys found like a jail or like a criminal law code or something I was walking in the woods right just minding my own business okay looking For some mushrooms to use in some chemical stuff
(more like spiderman was looking for monsters, but okay, listen--)
Saw this guy making monster Sashimi and I'm a little worried if that's a crime or He seemed a little criminal to me
And speaking of This crime thing doesn't make sense They charged me with naïveté with the fancy spelling and everything which is not even a crime Can you guys help out with that Because like it makes no sense
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