LOG: Sarah and Matt
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xp_logsSarah can't sleep. Matt is just getting home. They make a plan to hit each other later.
Entering the mansion, Matt bypassed the main hallway that led to the living areas and headed to the kitchen. First, coffee. It didn't matter that it was barely 5am, he needed coffee before anything else. The sounds of the mansion at that time were soothing in its familiarity. There was something about the early hour that he found relaxing. Of course, that didn't mean everyone was asleep. When there were this many people around, there was always someone else awake, likely more. He tried not to pry and be invasive with his powers, but some of it he did as easily as breathing.
Reaching the kitchen, he fished around in the drawer of keurig pots until he found the one he wanted and started setting up the machine and checking the water levels with a finger before he turned it on to percolate.
Sarah looked up from the small table she was sitting at, her coffee long-cold, and closed the leather-bound journal in front of her. She was meeting too many people to hope that she would remember all the details, so she had been carrying it when she could. She hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"I'm not sure if I should tell you there's someone here so I don't startle you, or if I've already startled you by talking. Sorry."
"I knew you were here. Didn't seem like you wanted to be bothered," Matt replied, stifling a yawn. He wore his suit slacks and coat, but his shirt was unbuttoned over his under shirt and his tie was falling out of his pocket. "Coffee?"
She tilted her head curiously and then glanced at her cup. "Yes, but let me help. I already feel kind of useless hanging around here just waiting for the cops to forget I'm interesting."
"You must be Sarah," Matt replied, going to the fridge to pull out breakfast things. "You hungry? You're my 2pm appointment, if I'm remembering my calendar," admittedly, not something he was always great at. There was a reason Megan was his assistant.
"And you're my 2 o'clock appointment?" She vaguely remembered they were going to set her up with a lawyer they worked with in the next few days. That they had in-house lawyers was curious to her. Her Family had those, but she didn't think they were that kind of crowd. "Should we push it back a few hours? It looks like you've had a rough night."
He waved that away, "I'll be fine," he looked like the walk of shame personified, but somehow, not at all ashamed at the same time. "Matt Murdock," he added, going over to offer his hand once he wiped it on a dish cloth. "Do you eat mushrooms?"
Sarah shook his hand, making a mental note to add to her journal. Matt Murdock. Lawyer. Can't see, but actually can? "Are there really people who don't eat mushrooms? Everyone asks, but I've never actually met someone who doesn't eat mushrooms."
"I knew a guy in college," Matt replied, "didn't like him much. Not because of the mushrooms, but that certainly didn't help," he went can to making omelets, chopping mushrooms and peppers before adding them to the pan. Why not eat breakfast at.... where was his watch? "What time is it anyways?" he asked, not bothering to look for his phone. He could feel the weight in a pocket, that was good enough for now.
Sarah still didn't have a phone after ditching hers the night shit hit the fan, but a clock on the wall read 5:15. "If that clock is to be believed, it's shortly after five. We'll have time to eat and for you to take a shower before our meeting." A smile curled on her lips as she said the last part. She had spent the last several days in such a state of anxiety that it was nice to just joke with another person. Even if they were apparently now her lawyer.
"Plenty of time," he agreed, thinking he'd also take a nap. Grabbing his coffee off the machine, he quickly plated their breakfasts and brought them over. "So, why are you up so early? Don't strike me as the early bird type," he didn't make toast. Damnit. Oh well.
"Yes and no. My father is usually working before the sun is up, so sometimes that means the best time to catch him is also before the sun is up. Old people." She shrugged, and took a bite of the omelette. It was damn good, surprisingly so because it came from someone who looked like maybe he deserved a breakfast at Waffle House. "But I don't sleep well away from home, and so here I am, awake and staring at my coffee before you walked in."
Matt absolutely deserved breakfast at Waffle House, he was a classy kinda girl. Too bad his boyfriend wasn't a classy sort of guy. That wasn't true. Foggy had to be at the office early and Matt had left at the same time to take the train back to Westchester. "Ah. Well. If you're planning to stay a while, might be nice to get some stuff to make it more home- like. Maybe a plant," he did not keep plants. "I've heard they're popular and useful for decor."
She liked Matt's sense of humor. Chuckling, she said "I don't think I will be here long enough to start interior decorating, but if I do I will be sure to book a consultation."
"Not with me you won't unless you like the minimalist look. No color. Just soft stuff," he grinned, "I leave decor to people with working eyes. Though I'm great with fashion. If you like suits and soft things. My uncles are still bemoaning how both their kids ended up fashion disasters."
"Sadly, I destroy soft things." Sarah finished the omelette and set her fork down on the plate. "A consequence of having your bones on the outside."
"Is that what that is?" Matt asked tilting his head slightly, "Huh. Well. That doesn't mean you don't need soft things anyways. Everyone does, sometimes."
Sarah shook her head. "Okay, now I have to ask. What exactly -do- you see?"
Well. That was a straight forward question most people never asked. "And were not even on our third date," he quipped, going to get more coffee. "It's... hard to explain. A world on fire is most accurate in terms of vision. All my senses give me input to a much more nuanced degree than most people can imagine. But.... it looks like fire, mostly." That barely scratched the surface to explain his powers and how they worked in relation to his brain and everything else, but it was barely 5am.
She considered this briefly. "That sounds like it would have been scary to get used to. For the whole world to look on fire, even though it's not."
"I was a very angry kid," Matt replied wryly. He'd learned to handle his powers through trial and error, a lot of error, and the side effects of not being in control less than gracefully. And learned to handle the blindness at the same time, because while his powers helped mitigate that in a lot of ways, it didn't in others. "Anyways. No different than your bones, I'd imagine. Painful and awkward and making puberty even less fun than it usually is."
"I was lucky that I had my father for support. He would have walked into hell for me if he thought it might have helped." She chuckled, thinking about how her father had probably reacted when he found out Sarah was stranded. Someone got an earful that night, and while Sarah didn't even them, it was nice to know that someone cared. "In the end though, I was also an angry kid, and they finally put me in boxing lessons to get some of it out."
"Boxing, huh?" Matt grinned wickedly, lighting up. "Meet you in the ring tonight? Just a friendly spar." Maybe he'd see if Maya was interested, too.
Sarah's eyes widened. She had no idea they had a ring here, and the thought of a night there sounded like everything she needed right now. "Careful, talk like that will get you to that third date before you know what hit you."
"Are you even old enough?" he asked, teasing. "And I'm not sure I can bring another into our partnership without talking to everyone. Right now it's pretty balanced." Getting up, Matt went to put his empty plate away.
"Maybe I have a thing for older guys," the smirk was clear in her tone, "but if you're sure, I will just have to settle for a night in the ring. Please tell me you weren't kidding about the ring."
"I'm not kidding about the ring," Matt stated, amused, "Fully equipped gym for pretty much all your needs. And the DR for all your scifi needs. Or so I'm told," the holograms and such didn't really register for him. He needed more physical training which the DR provided, too.
"I feel like they really buried the lede on my tour. I mean, yes, the kitchen was an important stop, but what I really needed to hear was: 'You've had a rough weekend. Do you want to hit things? We have a gym with a boxing ring.'"
Laughing, Matt ran a hand through his hair, barely suppressing a yawn, "Guess I should have been your tour guide. Tell you what. I'm going to nap and clean up and I'll see you in my office later. After that, we can hit stuff. Try to nap, too."
Sarah stood up and stretched, wondering what other parts of the house she had yet to discover. "I will try my best. Thank you for breakfast, Matt. It was nice to meet you."
Entering the mansion, Matt bypassed the main hallway that led to the living areas and headed to the kitchen. First, coffee. It didn't matter that it was barely 5am, he needed coffee before anything else. The sounds of the mansion at that time were soothing in its familiarity. There was something about the early hour that he found relaxing. Of course, that didn't mean everyone was asleep. When there were this many people around, there was always someone else awake, likely more. He tried not to pry and be invasive with his powers, but some of it he did as easily as breathing.
Reaching the kitchen, he fished around in the drawer of keurig pots until he found the one he wanted and started setting up the machine and checking the water levels with a finger before he turned it on to percolate.
Sarah looked up from the small table she was sitting at, her coffee long-cold, and closed the leather-bound journal in front of her. She was meeting too many people to hope that she would remember all the details, so she had been carrying it when she could. She hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"I'm not sure if I should tell you there's someone here so I don't startle you, or if I've already startled you by talking. Sorry."
"I knew you were here. Didn't seem like you wanted to be bothered," Matt replied, stifling a yawn. He wore his suit slacks and coat, but his shirt was unbuttoned over his under shirt and his tie was falling out of his pocket. "Coffee?"
She tilted her head curiously and then glanced at her cup. "Yes, but let me help. I already feel kind of useless hanging around here just waiting for the cops to forget I'm interesting."
"You must be Sarah," Matt replied, going to the fridge to pull out breakfast things. "You hungry? You're my 2pm appointment, if I'm remembering my calendar," admittedly, not something he was always great at. There was a reason Megan was his assistant.
"And you're my 2 o'clock appointment?" She vaguely remembered they were going to set her up with a lawyer they worked with in the next few days. That they had in-house lawyers was curious to her. Her Family had those, but she didn't think they were that kind of crowd. "Should we push it back a few hours? It looks like you've had a rough night."
He waved that away, "I'll be fine," he looked like the walk of shame personified, but somehow, not at all ashamed at the same time. "Matt Murdock," he added, going over to offer his hand once he wiped it on a dish cloth. "Do you eat mushrooms?"
Sarah shook his hand, making a mental note to add to her journal. Matt Murdock. Lawyer. Can't see, but actually can? "Are there really people who don't eat mushrooms? Everyone asks, but I've never actually met someone who doesn't eat mushrooms."
"I knew a guy in college," Matt replied, "didn't like him much. Not because of the mushrooms, but that certainly didn't help," he went can to making omelets, chopping mushrooms and peppers before adding them to the pan. Why not eat breakfast at.... where was his watch? "What time is it anyways?" he asked, not bothering to look for his phone. He could feel the weight in a pocket, that was good enough for now.
Sarah still didn't have a phone after ditching hers the night shit hit the fan, but a clock on the wall read 5:15. "If that clock is to be believed, it's shortly after five. We'll have time to eat and for you to take a shower before our meeting." A smile curled on her lips as she said the last part. She had spent the last several days in such a state of anxiety that it was nice to just joke with another person. Even if they were apparently now her lawyer.
"Plenty of time," he agreed, thinking he'd also take a nap. Grabbing his coffee off the machine, he quickly plated their breakfasts and brought them over. "So, why are you up so early? Don't strike me as the early bird type," he didn't make toast. Damnit. Oh well.
"Yes and no. My father is usually working before the sun is up, so sometimes that means the best time to catch him is also before the sun is up. Old people." She shrugged, and took a bite of the omelette. It was damn good, surprisingly so because it came from someone who looked like maybe he deserved a breakfast at Waffle House. "But I don't sleep well away from home, and so here I am, awake and staring at my coffee before you walked in."
Matt absolutely deserved breakfast at Waffle House, he was a classy kinda girl. Too bad his boyfriend wasn't a classy sort of guy. That wasn't true. Foggy had to be at the office early and Matt had left at the same time to take the train back to Westchester. "Ah. Well. If you're planning to stay a while, might be nice to get some stuff to make it more home- like. Maybe a plant," he did not keep plants. "I've heard they're popular and useful for decor."
She liked Matt's sense of humor. Chuckling, she said "I don't think I will be here long enough to start interior decorating, but if I do I will be sure to book a consultation."
"Not with me you won't unless you like the minimalist look. No color. Just soft stuff," he grinned, "I leave decor to people with working eyes. Though I'm great with fashion. If you like suits and soft things. My uncles are still bemoaning how both their kids ended up fashion disasters."
"Sadly, I destroy soft things." Sarah finished the omelette and set her fork down on the plate. "A consequence of having your bones on the outside."
"Is that what that is?" Matt asked tilting his head slightly, "Huh. Well. That doesn't mean you don't need soft things anyways. Everyone does, sometimes."
Sarah shook her head. "Okay, now I have to ask. What exactly -do- you see?"
Well. That was a straight forward question most people never asked. "And were not even on our third date," he quipped, going to get more coffee. "It's... hard to explain. A world on fire is most accurate in terms of vision. All my senses give me input to a much more nuanced degree than most people can imagine. But.... it looks like fire, mostly." That barely scratched the surface to explain his powers and how they worked in relation to his brain and everything else, but it was barely 5am.
She considered this briefly. "That sounds like it would have been scary to get used to. For the whole world to look on fire, even though it's not."
"I was a very angry kid," Matt replied wryly. He'd learned to handle his powers through trial and error, a lot of error, and the side effects of not being in control less than gracefully. And learned to handle the blindness at the same time, because while his powers helped mitigate that in a lot of ways, it didn't in others. "Anyways. No different than your bones, I'd imagine. Painful and awkward and making puberty even less fun than it usually is."
"I was lucky that I had my father for support. He would have walked into hell for me if he thought it might have helped." She chuckled, thinking about how her father had probably reacted when he found out Sarah was stranded. Someone got an earful that night, and while Sarah didn't even them, it was nice to know that someone cared. "In the end though, I was also an angry kid, and they finally put me in boxing lessons to get some of it out."
"Boxing, huh?" Matt grinned wickedly, lighting up. "Meet you in the ring tonight? Just a friendly spar." Maybe he'd see if Maya was interested, too.
Sarah's eyes widened. She had no idea they had a ring here, and the thought of a night there sounded like everything she needed right now. "Careful, talk like that will get you to that third date before you know what hit you."
"Are you even old enough?" he asked, teasing. "And I'm not sure I can bring another into our partnership without talking to everyone. Right now it's pretty balanced." Getting up, Matt went to put his empty plate away.
"Maybe I have a thing for older guys," the smirk was clear in her tone, "but if you're sure, I will just have to settle for a night in the ring. Please tell me you weren't kidding about the ring."
"I'm not kidding about the ring," Matt stated, amused, "Fully equipped gym for pretty much all your needs. And the DR for all your scifi needs. Or so I'm told," the holograms and such didn't really register for him. He needed more physical training which the DR provided, too.
"I feel like they really buried the lede on my tour. I mean, yes, the kitchen was an important stop, but what I really needed to hear was: 'You've had a rough weekend. Do you want to hit things? We have a gym with a boxing ring.'"
Laughing, Matt ran a hand through his hair, barely suppressing a yawn, "Guess I should have been your tour guide. Tell you what. I'm going to nap and clean up and I'll see you in my office later. After that, we can hit stuff. Try to nap, too."
Sarah stood up and stretched, wondering what other parts of the house she had yet to discover. "I will try my best. Thank you for breakfast, Matt. It was nice to meet you."
