[He appreciates that she's not so far gone that she's stopped captioning her gestures.] No food then. How about you just get some rest? [She can trust that he would somehow be prepared if he even starts sensing she's going to throw up. For now he sits on the edge of her bed and helps her build a comfortable heap of pillows to pass out on.]
[Aww, what a sweetheart, helping her with her pillow heap. She has a pretty comfy nest after a minute, which she is more than happy to pass out in, after she finishes blinking at Matt because wait, what is he planning to do now.] --Are you staying? [Cause she will totally share her bed if he wants. It's so comfy, Matt!]
[Well, he could sit there, just listening to her heartbeat slow down and her breathing even out like a stalker/serial killer. It's not like he had any other plans for the night since 'you-know-what' got locked in a box. More likely than not he'd stay up in the lounge and keep his senses attuned and focused on her while going through some of their case files. He turns towards her over his shoulder and smiles, talking quietly.] Would you like me to stay?
Sure. [Apparently Foggy has other ideas regarding what staying means, because she may be clumsily attempting to tug him into her bed-nest with her. Where it's comfy. Come be comfy, Matt. You know you want to.]
Foggy- [Oh god what is all this unexpected skin-on-skin contact. He tensed and squirmed a bit before settling down in her bed next to her, the confusion in his eyes faded by the time he took his shades off. He could see tomorrow morning starting off in one of two ways, and he'd rather not get slapped. Grabbing the edge of her sheets and pulling them over her with a sigh, his eyes settled somewhere where her body disappeared under the sheets.]
[Shush and enjoy it, Catholic boy, cause Foggy's definitely going to end up all wrapped around him by morning. She's a sleep-cuddler.
And she's apparently not letting go when she starts to wake up, either, because hangover. Hangover. She kind of lifts her head a little when she wakes up, and then groans and buries it back into his side. It will probably occur to her, eventually, that the comfy body she is currently snuggling up against is Matt, and she should probably deal with that in some way.]
[Trying to disentangle himself from Cthulhu personified proved to be an impossible task. He managed to get his shoes, jacket and belt off, but he wasn't able to get up. He undid the top two buttons and his sleeve buttons and tried to get comfortable, but falling asleep hadn't been the easiest mission she'd set out for him.
Still, he somehow managed, but he's awake before she is, blinking slowly while watching her with his other senses. He keeps his hands in the sheets as she hides behind the curtain of fiery red hair, mentally counting down the time until she wakes up and panics.]
[And the penny drops in three, two, one.] --Uh. [She unburies her head and squints at him. Yeah, that is definitely Matt. On the one hand, at least she didn't have a drunken one-night stand. (She didn't have a drunken one-night stand, right? No, he's dressed, she's dressed, they're good.) On the other hand... Matt.
She's just going to attempt to casually disentangle herself from him. This is fine. No problems here. No one's feeling awkward, this is all very normal and fine.] Good morning?
[He doesn't move until she removes her tentacles limbs from him. And then he shifts, only slightly at first before sitting up. Well, she didn't scream, slap him, burst into tears or accuse him of taking advantage of the situation she'd dragged him into, so. That's a win. He turned his head away from her and patted down her bedside table for his shades. It'll be less awkward with the armour on, right?] How are you feeling? I'll get you some aspirin. And coffee.
[She rolls away from him a little to make it easier for him to get up, and groans again.] Yes. Please. [Both of those things sound amazing right now, he is a godsend, A+ knight in shining sunglasses.] I feel terrible. I have a lot of regrets right now.
Don't. You had a good night. You got home safely. Nothing bad happened. [That's better than how most of Matthew's nights used to go when he went off moonlighting as a vigilante, and he didn't tend to regret too many of those nights either. He busies himself getting the coffee going before searching for the aspirin.] ...is it anything you want to talk about?
Ah. Well hopefully this will help. [He finally finds the aspirin and wanders back into the bedroom to offer it to her, gesturing vaguely towards the water sitting next to her.]
Nothing happened that I would file a lawsuit over. It's not our first time after all. [He's only joking. Or is he?]
Bless you. [She'll just be taking her painkillers before anything else, thank you, and gulp down like three-quarters of the water before she puts it back down on the bedside table.] 'Nothing happened I would sue you in a court of law for' seems like a pretty low bar, but I'll take it.
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...good night.
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And she's apparently not letting go when she starts to wake up, either, because hangover. Hangover. She kind of lifts her head a little when she wakes up, and then groans and buries it back into his side. It will probably occur to her, eventually, that the comfy body she is currently snuggling up against is Matt, and she should probably deal with that in some way.]
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Still, he somehow managed, but he's awake before she is, blinking slowly while watching her with his other senses. He keeps his hands in the sheets as she hides behind the curtain of fiery red hair, mentally counting down the time until she wakes up and panics.]
cthulhu?? rude as fuck, murdock
She's just going to attempt to casually disentangle herself from him. This is fine. No problems here. No one's feeling awkward, this is all very normal and fine.] Good morning?
She octopused him :|
tentacleslimbs from him. And then he shifts, only slightly at first before sitting up. Well, she didn't scream, slap him, burst into tears or accuse him of taking advantage of the situation she'd dragged him into, so. That's a win. He turned his head away from her and patted down her bedside table for his shades. It'll be less awkward with the armour on, right?] How are you feeling? I'll get you some aspirin. And coffee.octopus /= eldritch horror!!!!
Well he was worried she might freak out too :P
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--Do I have anything to apologize to you for? Memory's kinda fuzzy.
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Nothing happened that I would file a lawsuit over. It's not our first time after all. [He's only joking. Or is he?]
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