[ They say there’s no rest for the wicked. Matt is finding more and more that the saying is very true, because all he wants is to rest. He’d let it all go when he’d accepted the collapse of Midland Circle, and God knows Matt had tried after that.
He’s tired. He’s just tired and shit keeps coming up.
He’s barely fresh from waking up when he’s out on the streets. He stumbles more than he should, body freshly battered and bruised and his clothing a mess, and he uses the walls to guide him. Matt doesn’t usually need it, but his brain feels fuzzy and he’s disoriented in a new place, and then he hears it. A sound that fills him with equal parts relief and guilt.
The voice of Foggy Nelson. ]
Foggy. [ Then, a little louder. ] Foggy.
[ He doesn’t care what Foggy was in the middle of doing. That’s not really important now, is it? ]
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He’s tired. He’s just tired and shit keeps coming up.
He’s barely fresh from waking up when he’s out on the streets. He stumbles more than he should, body freshly battered and bruised and his clothing a mess, and he uses the walls to guide him. Matt doesn’t usually need it, but his brain feels fuzzy and he’s disoriented in a new place, and then he hears it. A sound that fills him with equal parts relief and guilt.
The voice of Foggy Nelson. ]
Foggy. [ Then, a little louder. ] Foggy.
[ He doesn’t care what Foggy was in the middle of doing. That’s not really important now, is it? ]