Foggy Anxt With Blind Chance?! HELLO—-
Foggy: Hey… so, I know you have some sort of relationship? That you aren’t you telling me? This entire council thing wants me as a “witness” for something. I mean, I get it, it’s a criminal you’re doin’ it with, but like—-
Matt: *Freezes* Huh oh yeah sure sorry...
Foggy: Yeah… I mean, if I saw a pretty criminal lady who was nice I’d probably be in the same boat…
Matt: Hey uh Foggy.
Foggy: What?
Matt: He’s not a woman. 🙂
Foggy:
Foggy: What.
Matt: Yeah. 😐
Foggy: 😳
Foggy: 😖 Oh my god… you can’t be serious…
Matt: I wouldn’t lie to you. Come on.
Foggy: I know but you just keep hiding things, don’t you.
Matt: yeah.
Foggy:
Foggy: Have you—- were there any other—men—-?
Matt: No. Just him.
Foggy:
Foggy: And how long have you…
Matt: About five years now.
Foggy: Jesus…
Foggy:
Foggy: How long… have you known each other.
Matt: *takes a deep breath* Since Undergrad school. Before law school.
Foggy: Before me.
Matt: Before you.
Foggy: No… I just…
Matt: What?
Foggy: I’m tired Matt.
Matt:
Matt: I know.
Foggy: I’m tired of caring about you. Because there is no “you” I should care about. Matt… I… don’t know you. You are not... the guy I roomed with in college. I’m convinced that guy was never real. That you’re not real.
Matt:
Matt: I know.
Foggy: I don’t even care if the revelation of the day I less bad than another, it’s just all the same to me. It’s all bleeding together.
Matt: I know.
Foggy: My entire LIFE you’ve preferred women. It never occurred to me. Why would it. Why would I think it would be a criminal? Or… wait. Who. Is this guy.
Matt:
Matt: *swallows* The former Gotham DA. Harvey Dent.
Foggy: *Remembers the headlines. And his charges.* Oh my god.
*They sit in silence for a bit*
Matt: I’m sorry. And… if you need to take a break, from me, as your friend, then I—-
Foggy: I don’t get breaks. Not with you. Never with you. I choose to stay with you like an abused puppy or something. And when I try to leave, even for a little, the universe thinks it’s hilarious to just throw you back at me. I can’t leave. For some godforsaken reason I can’t leave. It’s sick. It’s sadistic, sometimes I wonder if you enjoy this—
Matt: I don’t, Foggy—-
Foggy: And yet you… just keep shoving things under the rug, and you’re killing yourself… you’re killing yourself, and I’m strapped to a f$&king chair and I’m supposed to be expected to just watch. We do this, time after time again, the fighting, Daredevil, Elektra, the fact you’ve killed, the sonar sense thing that makes it so you’re not really that blind, —even little things like the smoking you’ve started recently—- I’m so f#%king tired of being shocked anymore.
Matt: I’m sorry—-
Foggy: Just shut up. Please? Just shut up.
I’m going for a drive. Okay.
Matt: *Is actually on the verge of tears*
Okay.
