Matt gets up from his chair and strides right up to the drawers. Foggy looks on as Matt feels for the third drawer down, opens it, and pulls out a sweater from the middle of the drawer. It’s the dark blue one he was wearing that very first day they met. He then feels around off to the right and pulls out a white t-shirt. Matt walks to the bed and lays them out, then reaches to feel the tags, pausing a moment to read them each with his fingers.
Foggy turns his chair around to give Matt some privacy. This joke Matt had been playing had gone too far. It’s really been starting to really get to him. He’s noticing himself analyzing everything Matt says and does. That is so not cool. But… It also wasn’t like his buddy to play tricks on him. Not like this. Or, at least it hadn’t been. Maybe… Maybe this isn’t about him. Maybe he was on the right track earlier and this is some sort of coping mechanism.
Matt wasn’t like this last semester. Come to think of it… Well, maybe there were a few signs. And he had just ignored them, because they didn’t fit.
What changed this semester? What is he missing? What if Matt is really some sort of psycho who can only pretend to be normal for so long? What if, like in the movies, he’s going to become some sort of psycho killer? (Or his twin is a crazy psycho killer?) No. No. No. It’s time to get off this crazy train. Besides. It’s Matt. Right? Foggy shakes his head. Ridiculous.
“Foggy?”
“Hm?” Foggy spins back the other way in his chair. “Sorry. Just thinking about that, um, reflective essay. Not really looking forward to writing it.”
Matt lets out the breath he had been holding. “Me neither. My growth over time as a writer? Boring. And, it’s only second semester.”
“Hey, were you able to get that book you were trying to track down?”
“King Lear? Yeah. It’s just getting the Arden version of the notes that’s been tricky. Professor Trentham thinks she might be able to help me get a copy in time in a format I can use, though.”
Matt walks around to the other side of the bed, pats it with his fingers and sits down by his nightstand. He reaches out, feeling for the handle and then pulls it open. He fingers a rosary and moves it aside before pulling out a simple men’s necklace made of small black beads. The entire time, he’s not looking down. His posture is almost as if he were sitting in a darkened room. What little Foggy sees of his eyes, they do not appear to be tracking anything specific at all. How he’s navigating the world seems pretty normal for Matthew Murdock.
Matt was blinded in an accident. If he were going to go with the twin thing – which he’s not… Hypothetically, if Matt did have a twin, the twin would most likely be sighted. There would be no reason for them both to be blind. This must be Matt. No one sighted could fake blindness this well. Besides… There. Is. No. Twin. Enough is enough. They are going to go out and have a good time tonight.
“You ready to go, buddy?”
Matt grins and stands up. “Yeah, let me just get my cane.”
Re: Where Matt has a real identical twin named Mike who is sighted and is Daredevil
Foggy turns his chair around to give Matt some privacy. This joke Matt had been playing had gone too far. It’s really been starting to really get to him. He’s noticing himself analyzing everything Matt says and does. That is so not cool. But… It also wasn’t like his buddy to play tricks on him. Not like this. Or, at least it hadn’t been. Maybe… Maybe this isn’t about him. Maybe he was on the right track earlier and this is some sort of coping mechanism.
Matt wasn’t like this last semester. Come to think of it… Well, maybe there were a few signs. And he had just ignored them, because they didn’t fit.
What changed this semester? What is he missing? What if Matt is really some sort of psycho who can only pretend to be normal for so long? What if, like in the movies, he’s going to become some sort of psycho killer? (Or his twin is a crazy psycho killer?) No. No. No. It’s time to get off this crazy train. Besides. It’s Matt. Right? Foggy shakes his head. Ridiculous.
“Foggy?”
“Hm?” Foggy spins back the other way in his chair. “Sorry. Just thinking about that, um, reflective essay. Not really looking forward to writing it.”
Matt lets out the breath he had been holding. “Me neither. My growth over time as a writer? Boring. And, it’s only second semester.”
“Hey, were you able to get that book you were trying to track down?”
“King Lear? Yeah. It’s just getting the Arden version of the notes that’s been tricky. Professor Trentham thinks she might be able to help me get a copy in time in a format I can use, though.”
Matt walks around to the other side of the bed, pats it with his fingers and sits down by his nightstand. He reaches out, feeling for the handle and then pulls it open. He fingers a rosary and moves it aside before pulling out a simple men’s necklace made of small black beads. The entire time, he’s not looking down. His posture is almost as if he were sitting in a darkened room. What little Foggy sees of his eyes, they do not appear to be tracking anything specific at all. How he’s navigating the world seems pretty normal for Matthew Murdock.
Matt was blinded in an accident. If he were going to go with the twin thing – which he’s not… Hypothetically, if Matt did have a twin, the twin would most likely be sighted. There would be no reason for them both to be blind. This must be Matt. No one sighted could fake blindness this well. Besides… There. Is. No. Twin. Enough is enough. They are going to go out and have a good time tonight.
“You ready to go, buddy?”
Matt grins and stands up. “Yeah, let me just get my cane.”