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IT BECAME A MATT ADOPTED BY THE NELSONS FIC AND I GOT SOME FEELINGS.
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Foggy’s the first person to visit Matt at the hospital after his accident—Matt’s dad didn’t want to let anybody in yet until things were more stable but Foggy talked his way into it. He’s really good at that.
“Hey, Matty,” he says, squeezing Matt’s shoulder. “. . .bad week, huh?”
Matt’s silent for a moment before he bursts out laughing, catching his breath before he grins up at Foggy and says, “Kind of, buddy.”
“I’m going to try to avoid all the concerned questions and stuff because you’re probably already tired of that,” Foggy says. “Although I bet that you’re liking getting attention from all the pretty nurses.”
“Are they pretty?” Matt asks, raising his eyebrows. “I can’t see them.”
“In that case, they’re all super hot,” Foggy says, then makes a soft interested noise. “Hey, do your other senses actually get all heightened when you’re blinded? Like can you smell colors now?”
Matt falters for a second then laughs and says, “Uhm, no, nothing like that.”
“Damn,” Foggy says, ruffling Matt’s hair, fingers lingering there for a few moments. “You really can’t win.”
~~~
The night that Matt’s dad dies, Foggy’s mom picks him up and brings him back to their apartment.
Foggy apparently knows everything because he just pulls Matt into a hug and holds on, which is what makes Matt really cry, the insane tension in every inch of his body releasing as he sobs into Foggy’s hoodie. Foggy doesn’t even shush him or tell him everything’s going to be alright. He just pets Matt’s hair and stays and it’s exactly what he needs.
He sleeps in Foggy’s bed that night because neither of them wants to let go of each other.
A few days later, they fit another twin bed into Foggy’s room. His parents jump through hoops to become foster parents just so they can take him in and he won’t be in the system. And Matt, confused and scared and grateful, stays.
“Permanent sleepover,” Foggy says, flopping down on Matt’s bed, when they’ve mixed up the room to fit in all of Matt’s things. “You’re gonna get tired of me real quick, buddy.”
“I doubt it,” Matt says, sitting next to him. “How long have we known each other?”
“We reached for the same juicebox in kindergarten,” Foggy says, dreamily, “and it’s been true love ever since.”
Matt turns his head when he laughs, hoping that Foggy won’t see him blush.
“If I haven’t gotten tired of you by now, I think it’ll be fine,” he says.
“I mean, you’re sort of my brother now,” Foggy says, sitting up, “so our dynamic might dramatically change.”
“. . .do you think so?” Matt asks, feeling weird about it.
“Nah,” Foggy says. “Our friendship is rock solid.”
~~
“If you don’t put your dirty socks in the laundry hamper, I’m going to smother you to death with them,” Matt says, darkly, throwing one of the worst offenders at Foggy’s head.
“I can’t help that you’ve got a sensitive nose,” Foggy says.
“It doesn’t take a sensitive nose, Franklin!” Foggy’s mom says, passing by the door.
“Yeah, Franklin,” Matt echoes, smirking.
“You’ve been here a month,” Foggy says. “I can’t believe you’re already the favorite child.”
“I’m not,” Matt says, rolling his eyes.
“MA, WHO’S YOUR FAVORITE KID?” Foggy yells.
“MATT!” Foggy’s mom yells back.
“Told ya,” Foggy says, sounding happy.
~~~
The Nelsons throw Matt a thirteenth birthday party that he has to sneak away from midway through, not surprised when Foggy peeks his head into the bathroom to see him sitting in the bathtub.
“Hey, bud,” Foggy says, softly. “You good?”
“Yeah,” Matt says, wiping his eyes with his sleeves and trying to smile.
“It’s okay if you’re not,” Foggy says, locking the bathroom door and climbing into the tub with him, pressed against his side.
“. . .I miss my dad,” Matt admits.
“Oh,” Foggy says, wrapping an arm around him. “First birthday without him.”
Matt nods.
Foggy hugs him close for a second before he presses a firm kiss to his temple and climbs out of the tub, saying, “Stay right there. I’m bringing back cake.”
Matt presses fingers to the place where Foggy kissed him and tries not to think too hard about it. Lately, he's been desperately trying not to make it weird that he's feeling new things when Foggy casually touches him.
~~~
They're fourteen when they're left home alone for a night and proceed to get drunk for the first time off three bottles of beer shared between them.
"Tell me about the kiss," Foggy insists.
"I don't know what you want me to say," Matt says, a little more smug than he means to be for someone that kissed a girl for five seconds during a game of spin the bottle. "It was just a kiss."
"Act it out," Foggy says, thrusting a throw pillow at him. "On this pillow."
"No," Matt says, giggling.
"You're useless to me, Murdock," Foggy says.
"C'mere," Matt says, leaning in, because his head is swimmy and they're all alone and Foggy will probably think that it's funny. He finds Foggy's face with both of his hands and kisses him softly on the mouth.
"Oh," Foggy says, softly.
". . .yeah," Matt says, sitting back slowly. "It was just. . ."
"A kiss," Foggy says.
"A kiss," Matt echoes, nodding.
~~~
The summer after their freshman year, they're bickering over something and it leads to stupid playfighting, a broken lamp and Matt flat on his bed with Foggy on top of him.
"Sorry," Foggy says, not moving.
Matt listens to his heartbeat for five seconds, trying to make a decision, but Foggy kisses him first this time. It's different than the first time. They're older and they've both kissed other people and it makes Matt moan, a noise that startles both of them.
They're quiet for a long moment.
". . .my, uhm. . .my parents want to officially adopt you," Foggy says, strained.
"Oh," Matt says.
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