Kate had not been wrong. With Josie's warm welcome and generosity, she could't shake off her body a sense of guilt that came with what she initially had intended to be taken as nothing but banter. But that's the problem, isn't it? Matt might not be able to get intentions behind some words, but Kate doesn't get the cues. Never knows when to stop because she has never taken a 'no' for an answer easily, has she?
She was shy as she thanked their host, who wasted no time in setting a bowl with water that Lucky eagerly drank from. She offered refreshmets too, motherly as she noted just how tired all of them looked. Truth be told, Kate felt emotionally drained too. She had been forced to leave her home. Then there was the gala and Matt getting shot. The fight in his apartment, finding out about Foggy. Running from one spot of the city to the other as they slowly watched everything fall apart around them.
Karen spoke enthusiastically with their host as they shared a drink, leaving little room for Kate to participate in this conversation about the past. She was almost thankful for it, mostly listening to those shared anecdotes while taking sips from her cup of tea.
Eventually, after excusing herself, Kate left both women at the bar, heading back towards the stairs that would lead her up to the apartment. She was so tired that she had a headache already. Her head throbbed as she dragged her feet, feeling a little betrayed by a Lucky who had stayed down at Karen's feet instead of coming along.
And there she found him, lurking in the dark in a spot where the candles Josie had set up could barely reach with their light. Matt blended in with the darkness so well that she couldn't help the brief fright that shocked her to her core. For a brief moment Kate was really glad to be a decent person and not his enemy. Because a guy like him hunting her down? She would have given up before even fighting him.
She wasn't sure if she should approach him or not. But Matt spoke first. Only then did Kate step closer.
"I'm good too," she lied.
Silence took over again.
"The internet is gone now too," she offered, wondering if a mixture of catching up with the news and making casual conversation would make things easier. She doubted it. "Someone posted on social media something about a guy the police claims was a vigilante, but people took videos and they're saying it was just a guy in a beanie." That's what it was all coming down to? Vigilantes becoming scapegoats. "It was going viral and then the internet went down." People still had extra batteries, could still use their phones as weapons by recording the police and threatening with exposing them.
But what happens when you can't share your truth?
They can't rely on it to connect with each other. Like Alice predicted, Fisk would soon be monitoring social media. They would probably keep an eye on Matt's phone. On everyone he loved.
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She was shy as she thanked their host, who wasted no time in setting a bowl with water that Lucky eagerly drank from. She offered refreshmets too, motherly as she noted just how tired all of them looked. Truth be told, Kate felt emotionally drained too. She had been forced to leave her home. Then there was the gala and Matt getting shot. The fight in his apartment, finding out about Foggy. Running from one spot of the city to the other as they slowly watched everything fall apart around them.
Karen spoke enthusiastically with their host as they shared a drink, leaving little room for Kate to participate in this conversation about the past. She was almost thankful for it, mostly listening to those shared anecdotes while taking sips from her cup of tea.
Eventually, after excusing herself, Kate left both women at the bar, heading back towards the stairs that would lead her up to the apartment. She was so tired that she had a headache already. Her head throbbed as she dragged her feet, feeling a little betrayed by a Lucky who had stayed down at Karen's feet instead of coming along.
And there she found him, lurking in the dark in a spot where the candles Josie had set up could barely reach with their light. Matt blended in with the darkness so well that she couldn't help the brief fright that shocked her to her core. For a brief moment Kate was really glad to be a decent person and not his enemy. Because a guy like him hunting her down? She would have given up before even fighting him.
She wasn't sure if she should approach him or not. But Matt spoke first. Only then did Kate step closer.
"I'm good too," she lied.
Silence took over again.
"The internet is gone now too," she offered, wondering if a mixture of catching up with the news and making casual conversation would make things easier. She doubted it. "Someone posted on social media something about a guy the police claims was a vigilante, but people took videos and they're saying it was just a guy in a beanie." That's what it was all coming down to? Vigilantes becoming scapegoats. "It was going viral and then the internet went down." People still had extra batteries, could still use their phones as weapons by recording the police and threatening with exposing them.
But what happens when you can't share your truth?
They can't rely on it to connect with each other. Like Alice predicted, Fisk would soon be monitoring social media. They would probably keep an eye on Matt's phone. On everyone he loved.
"Have you talked to Heather?"