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xp_logsMolly goes to watch Die Hard and runs into Matt, drinking alone in the dark on Christmas Eve. Because that's healthy. They discuss Other Matt and various things as they watch the movie.
Maybe it wasn't great idea to drink alone in the dark on Christmas Eve, but it wasn't like turning a light on mattered to Matt. And it was damn good spiked eggnog. Still. The ambiance was sort of....lacking, unless he was going for 'miserable cuss.' The lack of immediate noise though, no music, no TV, etc, was nice. Soothing. Maybe it was just a Matt thing.
"Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way..." The sound of singing echoed through the hallway before Molly made her way into the rec room holding a bag of M&Ms, a bucket of popcorn, and a cup of hot chocolate. She paused at the doorway, furrowing a brow thoughtfully as she attempted to balance her cargo before shoving her elbow upward to turn the lightswitch on. "Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open---Yipe!"
Upon seeing Matt, she jumped, spilling popcorn everywhere but managing to keep her hot chocolate (mostly) from sloshing around by putting her hand on top of the mug really quick.
"Matt?! Uh...whatcha doin?"
"Meditating," was his reply. Not entirely true, when he meditated, he didn't do it on the couch with eggnog, but it was nice to just....be in the moment without anything else. He'd had plenty of notice that Molly was coming though, because the one thing Molly was not, was quiet. She tried, sometimes, but she was incredibly loud whether she knew it or not. "And drinking," he held up his glass of brandy spiked eggnog before taking a sip. "Planning on a movie marathon?"
"Every year," Molly said brightly. She tilted her head.
"But I could do it in my room if you need this one to uh...meditate?" she said, eying the eggnog with a smirk.
He considered fleeing to his room for a moment, "What movie?" he asked seriously, as if that would affect his answer. Well.... it could. But that was highly unlikely. Especially if he got more egg nog.
"The best Christmas movie ever of course," Molly said gleefully as she set her stuff down. "Die Hard."
Unfolding his legs and stretching as he got up, nearly every joint popping audibly to show his age, Matt held up a finger, "I require more nog," he intoned, heading quickly to the kitchen to get it. "I love Die Hard," he added over his shoulder.
Returning a few minutes later, arms laden with two different bags of oreos as well as his egg nog and more brandy, Matt grinned, "Foggy does not think Die Hard is a Christmas movie, no matter how many times I make him watch it."
"Seriously?" Molly scoffed. "It's at a Christmas party. There just happens to be action in it. I mean, if we go by that logic then like...Christmas horror movies aren't Christmas movies either. Psh."
"He would agree that they aren't," Matt agreed, "No taste," not that he'd really seen a lot of Christmas horror movies. Or a ton of newer movies. "At least, not in movies," he amended. Setting himself up on the couch, he immediately dunked an oreo in his eggnog. "....Can I ask you a question?"
Molly picked up the remote. "Depends. Is it a serious one or a fun one? Cause if it's serious I gotta get prepared for it."
He wasn't drunk, but was feeling nicely mellow. "Serious."
"Oh," Molly said thoughtfully, putting the remote down. She paused a moment, pulling her hand down her face like an actor preparing for a scene, then adjusted herself on the couch to look less relaxed and more attentive. Taking a deep breath, she looked back at him.
"Okay, shoot."
Offering her an oreo, he took one for himself, "The....recent news. The merging of different worlds. Dimensions. Whatever you want to call it. Were you part of that?"
Molly's eyes widened as she grabbed the cookie. She paused, chewing on her lip before nodding. Totally should have expected that.
"Yep. I uh...had a front row seat," she said with a light smile. "0 stars. Would not recommend."
That fit with what he had heard already. "And....me?" he asked finally. "I...get the impression that since I'm just now hearing about this, I was not involved. Or at least, not....me-now." Truth be told, Matt wasn't sure he wanted to know about his counterpart, if there even was one. At the same time, he couldn't not ask. He needed to ask. And he knew first hand that he likely wouldn't like whatever the answer was. The truth wasn't always nice or pleasant. But he still had to ask.
Molly examined her cookie for a moment like it was the most intricate thing ever. She let out a breath after a moment, glancing up. It'd been years. And she thought she'd gotten past it. But now it was back and...It wasn't Matt's fault but it was really freaking hard.
"You were involved. You j-just..." she licked her lips, swallowing down the lump in her throat. "You didn't make it."
Taking the bottle of brandy, Matt took a long swig before handing it to Molly without looking at her, "Okay," he knew he hadn't wanted to know and he'd asked anyways. No sense in making it worse. "I'm sorry. But thanks for telling me. Now-me, anyways."
Molly held up her hand, but still took the brandy. "Nah, it's okay. I'd wanna know too," she said, swiping her eyes. "Other you uh...saved somebody's life. So that was...really heroic. We were buds. So I'm gonna get a little weepy. Part of the gig."
"Ah...aren't you younger than me?" Matt asked, cocking his head to one side. "Significantly younger?" There was at least 10 years if he was remembering correctly. Possibly more. Or did she mean 'buds' in a less friendly sense? It didn't make a difference to him now, chatting and watching a movie or even drinking, but he was pretty sure she was in college or barely out. Something like that.
Taking a swig of the brandy, then another, she shrugged. "Other you was only three years older than me. Then I died and I got two years older...but...that's complicated."
Other him wasn't a lawyer then either. Other him hadn't even finished college. If he'd even gone to college. Huh. "Sounds like it," he agreed, "Alright then. I don't think I want to know more. And I definitely do not want to upset you any more than I have on Christmas. Die Hard?"
Molly folded her arms, silent for a couple of moments. "Uh....Yeah, I guess," she said. It was a big jump from serious time back to fun Christmas movie mode. She wasn't sure what to do or say. So she shoved some M&Ms in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully, pressing play on the remote.
Refilling the space in his eggnog glass with brandy so it was more brandy than nog, Matt sipped slowly, a couple fingers shifting to check the time on his watch. Not quite late enough to go to Mass yet. He knew that though. They'd be able to get through all of Die Hard first. "Actually, one more question. Was he religious? Like me?"
Molly tilted her head thoughtfully. "I think so? We didn't really talk too much about religion," she admitted, suddenly feeling guilty for not knowing.
"Is that why you're checking your watch?"
"I have enough time to watch Die Hard before I need to leave for Mass," Matt agreed, That was important to him. He didn't make mass weekly anymore, but he still went regularly and found the routine soothing. It was less belief and more....familiarity at this point, but it centered him. Reminded him of where he'd come from, what he was working towards.
"Do you go to a church in Salem Center or one in the City?" Molly said. She had a feeling the locals probably thought they were weird.
"Both," Matt replied, his brandy eggnog was nearly gone and he debated another. Probably a bad idea. "Depends on where I am and stuff. I'll go into Salem tonight, that's just easier," the locals did think they were weird, but that was fine. They kinda were. If he were with Foggy, he would have gone to his church in the city. Ah, well. "You're welcome to come, if you'd like."
Molly paused thoughtfully, then shrugged. "Sure, why not?" she said with a smile. She'd never really been that religious but she was curious as to what a mass was like.
"Do I uh...have to dress a certain way? Cause...I don't think I really got anything churchy."
Good question. "What are you wearing now?" he asked, curious. His senses told him she was wearing clothes, but that was about where it ended in terms of fashion and if things were appropriate or not. As a blind man, he appreciated a well fitted suit for court and whatnot, but he didn't exactly follow women's trends and such.
Glancing down at her outfit, Molly squinted. "Purple sweater, black jeans, purple plaid Doc Martins. And uh...flashy Christmas lights necklace that kinda broke so they don't flashy anymore."
That sounded okay to him, "Sure," he agreed, "That's fine. It's less important what you wear so long as you're there," though if she'd been in pajamas or something, he likely would have suggested something else. "I'm going to put on a suit, but that's because I most often go to church dressed in one. And I wear them regularly," being a lawyer and all. Even at Xavier's, meant he dressed the part.
"Like, all the time?" Molly tugged at her shirt. "Seems a little stuffy to me but...I'm not a lawyer."
"Like, all the time," Matt confirmed with a laugh, "Suits aren't that bad actually. And if you hate suits that much, then law isn't for you anyways. We didn't have a spoken dress code, but there was definitely an unspoken one in law school. You had to look smart and sharp, even if it wasn't in a suit. But the further you go into law school, the more suits are necessary. And they were required for internships, jobs and the like."
"Sounds boring," Molly said, making a face. "Clothes wise, anyway. All the guys in my Engineering classes are nerds and dress that way. Though some of them do dress nice. They add like a nerd shirt and blazer or something. But then again they're not defending a guy."
Laughing, Matt stood so he could go get dressed. And maybe not drink more alcohol. "You do realize I'm blind, right? Fashion has never been my thing." Though at least his suits always matched.
Molly's eyes widened and she gasped. "What? You're blind?" she breathed, putting her hand to the chest. "I never knew! I just thought you wore sunglasses because you were trying to be cool. I had no idea!"
"This is why I wear sunglasses," Matt replied seriously, the corners of his mouth betrayed him though as they twitched up into a smile, "Sunglasses are inherently cool. Also, I had scars and stuff for a long time after the accident and it weirded people out, which made me self-conscious, and then it just became habit. Be right back."
Saluting, Molly finished off the snacks she had brought. Afterall she wasn't going to let that go to waste.
Maybe it wasn't great idea to drink alone in the dark on Christmas Eve, but it wasn't like turning a light on mattered to Matt. And it was damn good spiked eggnog. Still. The ambiance was sort of....lacking, unless he was going for 'miserable cuss.' The lack of immediate noise though, no music, no TV, etc, was nice. Soothing. Maybe it was just a Matt thing.
"Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way..." The sound of singing echoed through the hallway before Molly made her way into the rec room holding a bag of M&Ms, a bucket of popcorn, and a cup of hot chocolate. She paused at the doorway, furrowing a brow thoughtfully as she attempted to balance her cargo before shoving her elbow upward to turn the lightswitch on. "Oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open---Yipe!"
Upon seeing Matt, she jumped, spilling popcorn everywhere but managing to keep her hot chocolate (mostly) from sloshing around by putting her hand on top of the mug really quick.
"Matt?! Uh...whatcha doin?"
"Meditating," was his reply. Not entirely true, when he meditated, he didn't do it on the couch with eggnog, but it was nice to just....be in the moment without anything else. He'd had plenty of notice that Molly was coming though, because the one thing Molly was not, was quiet. She tried, sometimes, but she was incredibly loud whether she knew it or not. "And drinking," he held up his glass of brandy spiked eggnog before taking a sip. "Planning on a movie marathon?"
"Every year," Molly said brightly. She tilted her head.
"But I could do it in my room if you need this one to uh...meditate?" she said, eying the eggnog with a smirk.
He considered fleeing to his room for a moment, "What movie?" he asked seriously, as if that would affect his answer. Well.... it could. But that was highly unlikely. Especially if he got more egg nog.
"The best Christmas movie ever of course," Molly said gleefully as she set her stuff down. "Die Hard."
Unfolding his legs and stretching as he got up, nearly every joint popping audibly to show his age, Matt held up a finger, "I require more nog," he intoned, heading quickly to the kitchen to get it. "I love Die Hard," he added over his shoulder.
Returning a few minutes later, arms laden with two different bags of oreos as well as his egg nog and more brandy, Matt grinned, "Foggy does not think Die Hard is a Christmas movie, no matter how many times I make him watch it."
"Seriously?" Molly scoffed. "It's at a Christmas party. There just happens to be action in it. I mean, if we go by that logic then like...Christmas horror movies aren't Christmas movies either. Psh."
"He would agree that they aren't," Matt agreed, "No taste," not that he'd really seen a lot of Christmas horror movies. Or a ton of newer movies. "At least, not in movies," he amended. Setting himself up on the couch, he immediately dunked an oreo in his eggnog. "....Can I ask you a question?"
Molly picked up the remote. "Depends. Is it a serious one or a fun one? Cause if it's serious I gotta get prepared for it."
He wasn't drunk, but was feeling nicely mellow. "Serious."
"Oh," Molly said thoughtfully, putting the remote down. She paused a moment, pulling her hand down her face like an actor preparing for a scene, then adjusted herself on the couch to look less relaxed and more attentive. Taking a deep breath, she looked back at him.
"Okay, shoot."
Offering her an oreo, he took one for himself, "The....recent news. The merging of different worlds. Dimensions. Whatever you want to call it. Were you part of that?"
Molly's eyes widened as she grabbed the cookie. She paused, chewing on her lip before nodding. Totally should have expected that.
"Yep. I uh...had a front row seat," she said with a light smile. "0 stars. Would not recommend."
That fit with what he had heard already. "And....me?" he asked finally. "I...get the impression that since I'm just now hearing about this, I was not involved. Or at least, not....me-now." Truth be told, Matt wasn't sure he wanted to know about his counterpart, if there even was one. At the same time, he couldn't not ask. He needed to ask. And he knew first hand that he likely wouldn't like whatever the answer was. The truth wasn't always nice or pleasant. But he still had to ask.
Molly examined her cookie for a moment like it was the most intricate thing ever. She let out a breath after a moment, glancing up. It'd been years. And she thought she'd gotten past it. But now it was back and...It wasn't Matt's fault but it was really freaking hard.
"You were involved. You j-just..." she licked her lips, swallowing down the lump in her throat. "You didn't make it."
Taking the bottle of brandy, Matt took a long swig before handing it to Molly without looking at her, "Okay," he knew he hadn't wanted to know and he'd asked anyways. No sense in making it worse. "I'm sorry. But thanks for telling me. Now-me, anyways."
Molly held up her hand, but still took the brandy. "Nah, it's okay. I'd wanna know too," she said, swiping her eyes. "Other you uh...saved somebody's life. So that was...really heroic. We were buds. So I'm gonna get a little weepy. Part of the gig."
"Ah...aren't you younger than me?" Matt asked, cocking his head to one side. "Significantly younger?" There was at least 10 years if he was remembering correctly. Possibly more. Or did she mean 'buds' in a less friendly sense? It didn't make a difference to him now, chatting and watching a movie or even drinking, but he was pretty sure she was in college or barely out. Something like that.
Taking a swig of the brandy, then another, she shrugged. "Other you was only three years older than me. Then I died and I got two years older...but...that's complicated."
Other him wasn't a lawyer then either. Other him hadn't even finished college. If he'd even gone to college. Huh. "Sounds like it," he agreed, "Alright then. I don't think I want to know more. And I definitely do not want to upset you any more than I have on Christmas. Die Hard?"
Molly folded her arms, silent for a couple of moments. "Uh....Yeah, I guess," she said. It was a big jump from serious time back to fun Christmas movie mode. She wasn't sure what to do or say. So she shoved some M&Ms in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully, pressing play on the remote.
Refilling the space in his eggnog glass with brandy so it was more brandy than nog, Matt sipped slowly, a couple fingers shifting to check the time on his watch. Not quite late enough to go to Mass yet. He knew that though. They'd be able to get through all of Die Hard first. "Actually, one more question. Was he religious? Like me?"
Molly tilted her head thoughtfully. "I think so? We didn't really talk too much about religion," she admitted, suddenly feeling guilty for not knowing.
"Is that why you're checking your watch?"
"I have enough time to watch Die Hard before I need to leave for Mass," Matt agreed, That was important to him. He didn't make mass weekly anymore, but he still went regularly and found the routine soothing. It was less belief and more....familiarity at this point, but it centered him. Reminded him of where he'd come from, what he was working towards.
"Do you go to a church in Salem Center or one in the City?" Molly said. She had a feeling the locals probably thought they were weird.
"Both," Matt replied, his brandy eggnog was nearly gone and he debated another. Probably a bad idea. "Depends on where I am and stuff. I'll go into Salem tonight, that's just easier," the locals did think they were weird, but that was fine. They kinda were. If he were with Foggy, he would have gone to his church in the city. Ah, well. "You're welcome to come, if you'd like."
Molly paused thoughtfully, then shrugged. "Sure, why not?" she said with a smile. She'd never really been that religious but she was curious as to what a mass was like.
"Do I uh...have to dress a certain way? Cause...I don't think I really got anything churchy."
Good question. "What are you wearing now?" he asked, curious. His senses told him she was wearing clothes, but that was about where it ended in terms of fashion and if things were appropriate or not. As a blind man, he appreciated a well fitted suit for court and whatnot, but he didn't exactly follow women's trends and such.
Glancing down at her outfit, Molly squinted. "Purple sweater, black jeans, purple plaid Doc Martins. And uh...flashy Christmas lights necklace that kinda broke so they don't flashy anymore."
That sounded okay to him, "Sure," he agreed, "That's fine. It's less important what you wear so long as you're there," though if she'd been in pajamas or something, he likely would have suggested something else. "I'm going to put on a suit, but that's because I most often go to church dressed in one. And I wear them regularly," being a lawyer and all. Even at Xavier's, meant he dressed the part.
"Like, all the time?" Molly tugged at her shirt. "Seems a little stuffy to me but...I'm not a lawyer."
"Like, all the time," Matt confirmed with a laugh, "Suits aren't that bad actually. And if you hate suits that much, then law isn't for you anyways. We didn't have a spoken dress code, but there was definitely an unspoken one in law school. You had to look smart and sharp, even if it wasn't in a suit. But the further you go into law school, the more suits are necessary. And they were required for internships, jobs and the like."
"Sounds boring," Molly said, making a face. "Clothes wise, anyway. All the guys in my Engineering classes are nerds and dress that way. Though some of them do dress nice. They add like a nerd shirt and blazer or something. But then again they're not defending a guy."
Laughing, Matt stood so he could go get dressed. And maybe not drink more alcohol. "You do realize I'm blind, right? Fashion has never been my thing." Though at least his suits always matched.
Molly's eyes widened and she gasped. "What? You're blind?" she breathed, putting her hand to the chest. "I never knew! I just thought you wore sunglasses because you were trying to be cool. I had no idea!"
"This is why I wear sunglasses," Matt replied seriously, the corners of his mouth betrayed him though as they twitched up into a smile, "Sunglasses are inherently cool. Also, I had scars and stuff for a long time after the accident and it weirded people out, which made me self-conscious, and then it just became habit. Be right back."
Saluting, Molly finished off the snacks she had brought. Afterall she wasn't going to let that go to waste.
