Karen Page had never met Elektra Natchios. She didn't know exactly what had gone down with her and Matt--just that they'd known each other for a week or two, and then Elektra had died. Very sad, but hard to really empathize with, when Karen had never seen her, let alone met her. Karen had seen Matt through break ups and longer relationships than this one, and didn't quite get it.
But she did know that it had hit Matt where it hurt. She knew that he was moping around like nobody's business, didn't joke with Foggy like he normally did. He worked late into the night and often told Karen to go home long before he left.
Tonight was one of those nights. Matt had told her to head home, and instead, she'd made another pot of coffee, bringing it up and switching a new cup for an old one.
"You really should sleep, Mr. Murdock," she said gently.
"Have to work," he muttered, running his fingers over a page and apparently deciding it was the wrong one, sifting through the rest to find what he was looking for. "You should head home, Karen. I'll be here a while."
"Who's going to keep supplying you with caffeine if I leave?" Honestly, she felt bad leaving him there alone at all hours of the night. It was so odd to see Matt working alone; Foggy, yes, but when Matt was in, Foggy was always right there. Seeing Matt alone was ... unnerving. "You haven't eaten in hours."
"I'm not hungry." It didn't sound very convincing, and Karen frowned.
"Let me get you something. Please? For my own peace of mind."
That actually incited a small smile, and Matt tipped his head in her direction. "We're not paying you to fetch food, you know."
"I know. But no one's going to call at ten-thirty at night, Mr. Murdock. I think I can make it." She tucked her hands into her pockets, watching him carefully. "Don't expect this kind of treatment during the day. When Foggy's here to feed you, you're on your own."
Matt chuckled, sliding his hand along the table until he found his coffee. "Careful. You might hurt his feelings; Foggy has quite the crush on you."
Karen just grinned. "I happen to have quite the crush on somebody else. Chinese or Italian, Mr. Murdock?"
Matt took a sip of his coffee and pushed his glasses up his nose, pausing for a moment before: "Chinese, if you could. Here, let me give you money, I don't expect you to pay for it--" He set down the mug to dig into his pocket, stopped when Karen put a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't. Consider it a gift." She tapped his nose, noticing that Matt moved his head toward her when she pulled away. "Don't set the office on fire before I get back."