Kate had been so worried. Since the car, it had been eating her up. Not just because for the briefest of moments she had convinced of the damange she'd left on their relationship. But also over Matt. She worried for that blow he'd taken to the heart. How many blows. Since Foggy died, he had taken the punishment over and over again. Silently and with that charming smile of his, but a sad note he couldn't quite wipe off his face. Kate had noticed it every time.
Even now she had seen the sadness as he offered a small smile, a little prize for the earnesty of Kate's words, she wondered. Had that worked? Did he believe everything she said? She had no doubt that Matt knew they were true to Kate, but could he believe them himself? Will he ever forgive himself for what was not his fault but had still taken Foggy from him?
Its funny, isn't it?
She didn't know if it was funny, she had been too focused on how he had touched her arms, how his hands had explored her skin until they reached her hands. Kate knew that was a language on itself for Matt and her heart was somehow trying to translate it. Not a romantic hidden meaning, but the connection.
It's time for Kate to smile with a little sadness. For the memories. For the many friends that she has and that came to mind, none matching exactly the description Matt talked about. Neither did her past few romantic relationships. She might have been someone's person for a while, but it was brief. Short-lived as he would see it, given his age. It's nothing like what Matt and Foggy had.
Kate grieved, for a while. But grieving a broken relationship is one thing. Nothing prepares you to the grief of losing a close friend. Losing your parents makes you an orphan. Losing a partner a widow or widower. But there's no word for someone who loses a friend.
"I think it's only been my parents for me," she agrees quietly, not even considering for a second that he might be thinking differently of her and the people that surround Kate. Nowadays, she doesn't even know what to think of her relationship with her mom. But in her mother's heart? Even through the cracks, Kate is sure she still has a place in there. That Eleanor did everything she did to protect her daughter, in her own messed up way.
Matt squeezed her hands and Kate leaned forward, her forehead touching his brow.
"Can you move now? There's a couch here against that wall." Can he make it upstairs?
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Date: 2025-04-26 05:41 pm (UTC)Even now she had seen the sadness as he offered a small smile, a little prize for the earnesty of Kate's words, she wondered. Had that worked? Did he believe everything she said? She had no doubt that Matt knew they were true to Kate, but could he believe them himself? Will he ever forgive himself for what was not his fault but had still taken Foggy from him?
Its funny, isn't it?
She didn't know if it was funny, she had been too focused on how he had touched her arms, how his hands had explored her skin until they reached her hands. Kate knew that was a language on itself for Matt and her heart was somehow trying to translate it. Not a romantic hidden meaning, but the connection.
It's time for Kate to smile with a little sadness. For the memories. For the many friends that she has and that came to mind, none matching exactly the description Matt talked about. Neither did her past few romantic relationships. She might have been someone's person for a while, but it was brief. Short-lived as he would see it, given his age. It's nothing like what Matt and Foggy had.
Kate grieved, for a while. But grieving a broken relationship is one thing. Nothing prepares you to the grief of losing a close friend. Losing your parents makes you an orphan. Losing a partner a widow or widower. But there's no word for someone who loses a friend.
"I think it's only been my parents for me," she agrees quietly, not even considering for a second that he might be thinking differently of her and the people that surround Kate. Nowadays, she doesn't even know what to think of her relationship with her mom. But in her mother's heart? Even through the cracks, Kate is sure she still has a place in there. That Eleanor did everything she did to protect her daughter, in her own messed up way.
Matt squeezed her hands and Kate leaned forward, her forehead touching his brow.
"Can you move now? There's a couch here against that wall." Can he make it upstairs?