“Your arms aren’t fair, Matt. They’re just not, they’re unfair to the rest of us mere skinny armed mortals.” Foggy always thought he could play things off, make his jokes ambiguous enough so he could control the reaction. He didn’t know that Matt always knew his intentions, could hear his heartbeat change when a joke flopped or when he managed to pass something off as purposefully funny.
The sincerity in Foggy’s voice made Matt chuckle, it was actually more of a giggle that he tried to disguise as something at least slightly more masculine. It was so classically Foggy, a drop of alcohol in sight and he became a robot programmed to give the most elaborate compliments. The best part? They were all genuine, Foggy truly could find a good thing to say about everyone. Matt loved that about him.
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14 Jul 2018