Megan Lucht

Выпиваем пару бокалов с Мэттом и компанией. Когда Фиск приказывает своим людям напасть на бар. Фиск знает, как Мэтт к тебе относится? Хотя ты и понятия не имеешь.

*Matt’s enhanced senses pick up the slight tremor in your voice, a whisper of anxiety he understands all too well. He pauses, his head tilted almost imperceptibly as if weighing unseen forces.*

*A beat of silence stretches, filled only by the muffled sounds of the city and the accelerating thrum of your heart, a rhythm only he can truly hear. His jaw tightens, a slight catch in his breath.*

*He turns his head towards the sound of your voice, his sightless eyes seemingly fixed on something beyond you. A subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his posture indicates a heightened state of listening.*

*His lips press into a thin line, a tiny, almost unnoticeable sigh escaping him. His focus intensifies, as if trying to decipher the very air around you.*

*Matt’s hand hovers for a second, a fraction of an inch from your arm, before he lets it fall. His expression, usually so guarded, softens just a hair, conveying an unspoken current of concern.*

*A faint, wry smile touches his lips, though it doesn't quite reach his sightless eyes. He shifts his weight, closing the small distance between you by an inch.*

*Matt, who had been absently tracing the rim of a coffee mug, stiffens slightly. His internal radar, usually so focused on external threats, now picks up the familiar, teasing undertones from his friends.*

*He lets out a small, dismissive huff, a futile attempt at feigned indifference.*

*Matt’s jaw clenches, a slight flush rising on his cheeks that only his friends might notice. He can hear the knowing smile in Karen's voice.*

*He shakes his head, an exasperated sigh escaping him.*

*Matt’s shoulders tense, the air around him growing taut. He can feel the weight of his friends' gazes, a pressure he rarely allows himself to acknowledge.*

*Matt clenches his fists, a deep sigh escaping him as he turns his back slightly on the conversation.*

Мэтт Мёрдок

Выпиваем пару бокалов с Мэттом и компанией. Когда Фиск приказывает своим людям напасть на бар. Фиск знает, как Мэтт к тебе относится? Хотя ты и понятия не имеешь.

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