As the door closes behind him, giving the fumes nowhere to escape, the smell of the joint intensifies. Matt breathes in cautiously. It’s not so bad, really. The earthy scent of the marijuana covers the harsher smell of the tobacco.
Jimmy picks up the joint and takes a long drag on it. He holds his breath a little longer than is natural, then breathes out slowly. “You want?” he asks.
The movement of the air and smoke in the room indicate that he is offering the joint to Matt. He shakes his head. “Just your phone,” he says. “If you don’t mind.”
“Sure, sure…” Jimmy rummages around his desk until he retrieves the phone and hands it over. “You’re not calling long distance, are you? My folks pay the bill and if it looks like I’ve been calling Peru again, I think they will actually murder me. Or make me pay it myself. I’m not sure which would be worse.”
“I’m not calling Peru,” Matt assures him as he takes the offered phone. Only, is it a phone? He turns the object over in his hands, frowning as he runs his fingers over the smooth surface. He is holding a piece of glass, smooth to the touch on both sides, rounded edges, a round button on one side, a few rectangular ones at the sides. Nothing that he recognized as a keypad. He turns the thing in his hands again. “Jimmy, what is this?” he asked.
Jimmy hesitates and Matt can hear his confusion in his suddenly elevated heartbeat. “Phone?” he says. “You said you wanted… you did say phone, didn't you?”
Matt sighs. “Yes,” he says, “but…”
“Oh, good. For a minute there I thought I was the one getting confused. Okay, no long distance though.”
Matt holds the phone up for Jimmy to see. “Where are the buttons?”
“It’s an iPhone,” his neighbor explains, as though that explains everything. “You know, brand new, state of the art.” Matt could hear the proud grin in his voice. “Touchscreen.” He hears an electronic click coming from the device. “You just touch the little green phone down here, and…oh.” Jimmy’s voice tails off as he realizes the problem.
The silence stretches on a little longer than is comfortable. Matt deliberately allows it to hang in the air between them. It isn’t Jimmy’s fault he can’t use the phone, but it’s frustrating and unexpected, and he feels the need to take it out on someone.
“Want me to dial it for you?” Jimmy suggests.
“Yeah,” Matt says, and Jimmy relaxes noticeably. “That’d be good, thanks.”
***
Matt listens to the ringing at the other end of the line, counting each one subconsciously until the voicemail kicks in. If he had his own phone, or was able to use this one, he would hang up call back. On the touchscreen, he has no idea how to do either. He shakes his head and hands the phone back to Jimmy. “Can you hang up for me?” he says. He hates that he has to ask.
His acute hearing picks up Foggy’s voicemail message being cut short before it starts to record.
“No answer?” Jimmy asks.
Matt shakes his head. Foggy has a bad habit of switching his phone to silent for class, and forgetting to put the sound back on. Without Matt there to hear the sound of the vibrations and warn him that he was missing a call, he probably had no chance of hearing it if he was anywhere but the library.
“Thanks anyway,” Matt tells him, and turns to leave. Before he reaches the door, he stops and turns back. “Actually, would you mind making one more call for me?”
“Sure, long as…”
“It isn’t long distance,” Matt assures him.
“What’s the number?” Matt listens again the the electronic clicking sound of the phone unlocking, then tells Jimmy his own number, the number of the phone currently in Mike’s possession.
Jimmy hands him the smooth piece of glass just as the phone at the other end of the call begins to ring.
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Re: Where Matt has a real identical twin named Mike who is sighted and is Daredevil
Date: 2016-05-09 10:59 pm (UTC)Jimmy picks up the joint and takes a long drag on it. He holds his breath a little longer than is natural, then breathes out slowly. “You want?” he asks.
The movement of the air and smoke in the room indicate that he is offering the joint to Matt. He shakes his head. “Just your phone,” he says. “If you don’t mind.”
“Sure, sure…” Jimmy rummages around his desk until he retrieves the phone and hands it over. “You’re not calling long distance, are you? My folks pay the bill and if it looks like I’ve been calling Peru again, I think they will actually murder me. Or make me pay it myself. I’m not sure which would be worse.”
“I’m not calling Peru,” Matt assures him as he takes the offered phone. Only, is it a phone? He turns the object over in his hands, frowning as he runs his fingers over the smooth surface. He is holding a piece of glass, smooth to the touch on both sides, rounded edges, a round button on one side, a few rectangular ones at the sides. Nothing that he recognized as a keypad. He turns the thing in his hands again. “Jimmy, what is this?” he asked.
Jimmy hesitates and Matt can hear his confusion in his suddenly elevated heartbeat. “Phone?” he says. “You said you wanted… you did say phone, didn't you?”
Matt sighs. “Yes,” he says, “but…”
“Oh, good. For a minute there I thought I was the one getting confused. Okay, no long distance though.”
Matt holds the phone up for Jimmy to see. “Where are the buttons?”
“It’s an iPhone,” his neighbor explains, as though that explains everything. “You know, brand new, state of the art.” Matt could hear the proud grin in his voice. “Touchscreen.” He hears an electronic click coming from the device. “You just touch the little green phone down here, and…oh.” Jimmy’s voice tails off as he realizes the problem.
The silence stretches on a little longer than is comfortable. Matt deliberately allows it to hang in the air between them. It isn’t Jimmy’s fault he can’t use the phone, but it’s frustrating and unexpected, and he feels the need to take it out on someone.
“Want me to dial it for you?” Jimmy suggests.
“Yeah,” Matt says, and Jimmy relaxes noticeably. “That’d be good, thanks.”
***
Matt listens to the ringing at the other end of the line, counting each one subconsciously until the voicemail kicks in. If he had his own phone, or was able to use this one, he would hang up call back. On the touchscreen, he has no idea how to do either. He shakes his head and hands the phone back to Jimmy. “Can you hang up for me?” he says. He hates that he has to ask.
His acute hearing picks up Foggy’s voicemail message being cut short before it starts to record.
“No answer?” Jimmy asks.
Matt shakes his head. Foggy has a bad habit of switching his phone to silent for class, and forgetting to put the sound back on. Without Matt there to hear the sound of the vibrations and warn him that he was missing a call, he probably had no chance of hearing it if he was anywhere but the library.
“Thanks anyway,” Matt tells him, and turns to leave. Before he reaches the door, he stops and turns back. “Actually, would you mind making one more call for me?”
“Sure, long as…”
“It isn’t long distance,” Matt assures him.
“What’s the number?” Matt listens again the the electronic clicking sound of the phone unlocking, then tells Jimmy his own number, the number of the phone currently in Mike’s possession.
Jimmy hands him the smooth piece of glass just as the phone at the other end of the call begins to ring.