She talked to him this time. Matt relaxed more at hearing her voice, the sound of it mattering more than what they were saying. "I'm not sure. Does 3 hours count as a full night's sleep?" He knew it didn't. "What happened that you slept for fourteen hours?" he asked curiously. Not that it was unheard of, but he wanted to know what had happened to inspire that much slumber. "When I had the flu and bronchitis, I probably slept that much once I made it home." That had been another questionable night of being Daredevil some years ago. Another time his powers hadn't been totally gone but were on the fritz, going in and out. He'd nearly gotten beaten by an easy opponent. Then though he'd only put himself at risk.
He did have more people to think about now.
Matt huffed out a little sigh but accepted when Kate wouldn't take the water. He drank it then himself, greedily sucking it down and feeling better for it. He'd mentioned the cushion for her sake though, so when she tried to get him to sit on the beanbag chair and be covered with the fabric, his own stubbornness rose to the surface. He shifted, moving to the edge of the beanbag as best he could and said, "Either this cushion and the fabric is big enough for us to share, or I'm not using either one." She couldn't really expect him to rest when she was sitting on a hard ground while cold. He remembered her teeth chattering, it seemed as though she got cold more easily than he did, anyway. He patted the beanbag next to him. Yes, it would leave them smooshed together, but it wasn't inappropriate. What was the alternative? "C'mon. Either there's something else for you to rest on or you're joining me. Or nobody is using it."
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He did have more people to think about now.
Matt huffed out a little sigh but accepted when Kate wouldn't take the water. He drank it then himself, greedily sucking it down and feeling better for it. He'd mentioned the cushion for her sake though, so when she tried to get him to sit on the beanbag chair and be covered with the fabric, his own stubbornness rose to the surface. He shifted, moving to the edge of the beanbag as best he could and said, "Either this cushion and the fabric is big enough for us to share, or I'm not using either one." She couldn't really expect him to rest when she was sitting on a hard ground while cold. He remembered her teeth chattering, it seemed as though she got cold more easily than he did, anyway. He patted the beanbag next to him. Yes, it would leave them smooshed together, but it wasn't inappropriate. What was the alternative? "C'mon. Either there's something else for you to rest on or you're joining me. Or nobody is using it."