Two images of the world spin before Foggy’s eyes as he follows Matt into the taxi. He closes one eye to counter at least some of the effects and either the lack of depth perception, the alcohol in his system or some combination of the two sends him stumbling over the step up into the car. His arms don’t respond to his brain’s command to stop him in time, and he goes plunging chin first into Matt’s knee.
Matt grabs him before he lands, one hand on each shoulder, supporting him and pushing him back into an upright position.
“Wha..?” Foggy frowns and tries to make sense of what has just happened. “How did you..?”
“What?” Matt asks, sounding confused.
Foggy shakes his head. The inside of the taxi tips to the left and he decides that the drink must have made him misinterpret what was happening. He closes his eye again - he doesn’t remember opening it - and sits back in his seat. The world is still spinning.
The taxi driver eyes him suspiciously in the rearview mirror. “Is he gonna be okay?” he asks, directing the question to Matt.
Two identical Matts grin as they slowly rotate next to him. Two Matt’s, or Matt and his twin? A giggle forces its way up through Foggy’s throat. “Hey Mike,” he mutters. “Hey Matt and Mike.”
For a moment, he thinks he sees panic flicker across the two Matts’ faces, but it is gone before he has the chance to look closer. He closes one eye again, and Mike disappears, leaving only Matt.
“Yeah, he’s fine,” Matt assures the driver.
He shrugs, looking unconvinced. “Fifty bucks cleanup fee if he pukes,” he says.
Foggy forces himself to sit up a little straighter in his seat. He tugs his shirt down and runs a hand through his hair. “I’m fine,” he repeats, really hoping it is true. He doesn’t have the money if he’s wrong.
***
Foggy adds his half of the taxi fare to Matt’s, and Matt hands it to the driver as Foggy climbs carefully out and takes a deep breath of cool air. As the taxi drives away, Foggy throws an arm around Matt’s shoulders and leans on him heavily.
“What are you doing?” Matt asks him.
“Sorry, buddy, no way I’m making it up those stairs without help, and as the more sober one, that falls to you. I’ll trade you though, you keep me from falling over, I’ll keep you from walking into a wall, deal?”
Matt frowns then laughs as he nods his agreement. Foggy starts to walk in the direction of the dorm, leaning on Matt, partly for support and partly because it just feels good to be close to his friend.
They make it up the stairs and part of the way to the dorm room before Matt stops and steps away.
“Hey,” Foggy complains.
“Sorry,” Matt tells him. “I just remembered I leant Dave something, I need to go get it back before he goes to bed. Will you be okay getting back to the room on your own?”
Foggy leans back against the wall and thinks about it. He shrugs. “Probably, but I can’t guarantee I won’t be a sleeping trip hazard in the middle of the floor when you get back,” he says.
Matt grins. “Then I’ll be sure to use my cane.”
He turns and walks in the other direction. Foggy watches him go, then staggers back to the room alone.
As he opens the door and switches on the light, he is baffled to find Matt already there, asleep in bed. “That was quick,” he says, before laying down on the bed fully clothed and falling instantly to sleep.
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Re: Where Matt has a real identical twin named Mike who is sighted and is Daredevil
Date: 2016-05-16 08:09 pm (UTC)Matt grabs him before he lands, one hand on each shoulder, supporting him and pushing him back into an upright position.
“Wha..?” Foggy frowns and tries to make sense of what has just happened. “How did you..?”
“What?” Matt asks, sounding confused.
Foggy shakes his head. The inside of the taxi tips to the left and he decides that the drink must have made him misinterpret what was happening. He closes his eye again - he doesn’t remember opening it - and sits back in his seat. The world is still spinning.
The taxi driver eyes him suspiciously in the rearview mirror. “Is he gonna be okay?” he asks, directing the question to Matt.
Two identical Matts grin as they slowly rotate next to him. Two Matt’s, or Matt and his twin? A giggle forces its way up through Foggy’s throat. “Hey Mike,” he mutters. “Hey Matt and Mike.”
For a moment, he thinks he sees panic flicker across the two Matts’ faces, but it is gone before he has the chance to look closer. He closes one eye again, and Mike disappears, leaving only Matt.
“Yeah, he’s fine,” Matt assures the driver.
He shrugs, looking unconvinced. “Fifty bucks cleanup fee if he pukes,” he says.
Foggy forces himself to sit up a little straighter in his seat. He tugs his shirt down and runs a hand through his hair. “I’m fine,” he repeats, really hoping it is true. He doesn’t have the money if he’s wrong.
***
Foggy adds his half of the taxi fare to Matt’s, and Matt hands it to the driver as Foggy climbs carefully out and takes a deep breath of cool air. As the taxi drives away, Foggy throws an arm around Matt’s shoulders and leans on him heavily.
“What are you doing?” Matt asks him.
“Sorry, buddy, no way I’m making it up those stairs without help, and as the more sober one, that falls to you. I’ll trade you though, you keep me from falling over, I’ll keep you from walking into a wall, deal?”
Matt frowns then laughs as he nods his agreement. Foggy starts to walk in the direction of the dorm, leaning on Matt, partly for support and partly because it just feels good to be close to his friend.
They make it up the stairs and part of the way to the dorm room before Matt stops and steps away.
“Hey,” Foggy complains.
“Sorry,” Matt tells him. “I just remembered I leant Dave something, I need to go get it back before he goes to bed. Will you be okay getting back to the room on your own?”
Foggy leans back against the wall and thinks about it. He shrugs. “Probably, but I can’t guarantee I won’t be a sleeping trip hazard in the middle of the floor when you get back,” he says.
Matt grins. “Then I’ll be sure to use my cane.”
He turns and walks in the other direction. Foggy watches him go, then staggers back to the room alone.
As he opens the door and switches on the light, he is baffled to find Matt already there, asleep in bed. “That was quick,” he says, before laying down on the bed fully clothed and falling instantly to sleep.