[ Matt rolls his eyes, knowing full-well that Murdock can sense it. ]
Usually I mention the things that might get in the way. I didn't realize you wanted to hear about whether I have laced curtains or a leather couch.
[ He shrugs. No one's ever asked him to describe his apartment before, tbh. ]
It's simple. A little bare. I try not to clutter up my apartment when I can help it, in case I end up with a head injury and can't sense my way from here to the couch.
[ Matt glowers, but he knows he can't stop Murdock, really. If Matt were in his shoes, he'd do the same thing. Hell, they're the same person, after all. ]
...You could say that.
[ He's not even surprised Murdock knows about his "after-hours" activities. ]
A guy can end up pretty beat up when he doesn't kill people.
[ Matt barks out a laugh--it's so obviously bait to make him angry, insinuating that what he does is easy. But he's not about to accept it. He's better than that, his anger is quiet and rarely drawn out the way Matt's so clearly is. ]
[ Matt glares, knowing full well Murodock won't be able to see it. But his own anger should be obvious enough, by the way he keeps his arms crossed and the way his blood pressure spikes. ]
You mean like when two people are trapped in a tower and a so-called game tells them to kill each other?
[ Matt does stop, flashing Murdock a smile he knows he can hear. ]
I do. Thanks.
[ He doesn't.... but I mean, he did get Murdock to say it, so. ]
Don't do it again.
[ That's his Father Murdock voice. You wouldn't want to do it again, right, Murdock? It's bad. Even if, yes, Matt has now learned that there's a version of him out there that... kills people. That's taking him longer to accept than the fact that he momentarily died, honestly. ]
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