Aww, fluff. Not sure Mike can go talk to Foggy just to piss Matt off after this :-)
For a moment, Matt is too stunned to speak. They sit like that, neither daring to move, to be the one that breaks the contact. Finally, Matt smiles awkwardly and plus his hand free. "Thanks. Thank you, Mike. Really. You don't know how much I've missed this."
"No?"
It doesn't occur to Matt until that moment that Mike might feel the same way. It makes sense, of course. Why else would he be here, inserting himself into Matt's life, infiltrating the dorm room, getting to know his friends, his field of study. His wardrobe. He grits his teeth a little. "Mike, you've got to stop it with the clothes," he said. "Stop messing with my stuff."
Matt hears the ghost of a laugh. "Come on, Matty, don't spoil my fun."
He keeps the glasses off for now, keeps his gaze level, somewhere in Mike's direction, he knows the effect his uncovered eyes can have on people, and although Mike has always been immune, it won't hurt to try.
Mike shifts a little in his chair. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing," he says. "Trying to do, anyway. Remember that time in school when you used that trick to get me out of detention when I didn't do my homework?"
He did. It had been a few months after Stick had dropped Matt and decided to carry on training Mike. That had hurt, though not as much as the fact that Mike had disappeared for two weeks not long afterward. When he returned, school had seemed less important to him. He still went, he still did what he needed to, and he still aced every class, but it was like he was just going through the motions, biding his time until he could be done with it. On that particular day, he had been training until late at night, and the homework had been forgotten.
Mike laughs and raises the pitch of his voice slightly “‘Oh please, Mrs Teacher, give him another day. Its not his fault, he was helping me across the street all night.’”
Matt puts his glasses back on and folds his arms. “That was not what I said!”
"Honestly, the words aren’t as important as the puppy dog eyes.”
“Stop changing the subject. Just please stop pretending to be me. Come and meet Foggy, let me introduce you like a normal person.”
Mike doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move. His heart beat remains completely steady and Matt can’t gauge his reaction at all. “You’re the normal one, Matt.” he says eventually. "Didn’t we just establish that?”
“Well, according to Foggy, I’m delusional one, and you don’t exist.”
Mike laughs out loud at that. He gets to his feet, pats Matt on the back and makes to leave. “I’ll think about it, okay?”
“Where are you going?” Matt asks, suddenly gripped by a panic that Mike might be about do disappear from his life again after all.
Mike puts on his own sunglasses and Matt hears the unmistakable sound of a cane being unfolded. “Don’t worry, Matt,” he says. “You’ve invited me in now. You’re stuck with me."
Re: Where Matt has a real identical twin named Mike who is sighted and is Daredevil
For a moment, Matt is too stunned to speak. They sit like that, neither daring to move, to be the one that breaks the contact. Finally, Matt smiles awkwardly and plus his hand free. "Thanks. Thank you, Mike. Really. You don't know how much I've missed this."
"No?"
It doesn't occur to Matt until that moment that Mike might feel the same way. It makes sense, of course. Why else would he be here, inserting himself into Matt's life, infiltrating the dorm room, getting to know his friends, his field of study. His wardrobe. He grits his teeth a little. "Mike, you've got to stop it with the clothes," he said. "Stop messing with my stuff."
Matt hears the ghost of a laugh. "Come on, Matty, don't spoil my fun."
He keeps the glasses off for now, keeps his gaze level, somewhere in Mike's direction, he knows the effect his uncovered eyes can have on people, and although Mike has always been immune, it won't hurt to try.
Mike shifts a little in his chair. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing," he says. "Trying to do, anyway. Remember that time in school when you used that trick to get me out of detention when I didn't do my homework?"
He did. It had been a few months after Stick had dropped Matt and decided to carry on training Mike. That had hurt, though not as much as the fact that Mike had disappeared for two weeks not long afterward. When he returned, school had seemed less important to him. He still went, he still did what he needed to, and he still aced every class, but it was like he was just going through the motions, biding his time until he could be done with it. On that particular day, he had been training until late at night, and the homework had been forgotten.
Mike laughs and raises the pitch of his voice slightly “‘Oh please, Mrs Teacher, give him another day. Its not his fault, he was helping me across the street all night.’”
Matt puts his glasses back on and folds his arms. “That was not what I said!”
"Honestly, the words aren’t as important as the puppy dog eyes.”
“Stop changing the subject. Just please stop pretending to be me. Come and meet Foggy, let me introduce you like a normal person.”
Mike doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move. His heart beat remains completely steady and Matt can’t gauge his reaction at all. “You’re the normal one, Matt.” he says eventually. "Didn’t we just establish that?”
“Well, according to Foggy, I’m delusional one, and you don’t exist.”
Mike laughs out loud at that. He gets to his feet, pats Matt on the back and makes to leave. “I’ll think about it, okay?”
“Where are you going?” Matt asks, suddenly gripped by a panic that Mike might be about do disappear from his life again after all.
Mike puts on his own sunglasses and Matt hears the unmistakable sound of a cane being unfolded. “Don’t worry, Matt,” he says. “You’ve invited me in now. You’re stuck with me."