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-Kenxi

"I'm heading out, now. See you tomorrow?"

Since Karen wasn't there, Foggy watched as Matt effortlessly grabbed his papers and coat, carrying his cane close to him, but not actually using it as he walked to the door. Without so much as feeling for it, Matt put his hand on the knob and turned it before pausing and facing Foggy once more.

It took Foggy a second to realize that Matt was waiting for him to respond to his previous words. He quickly sat up straighter in his chair and blinked mentally awake. "But of course, my blind friend." Foggy forced a grin which he now knew Matt would catch. He did, and he smiled back in return before heading out, the creaking of the wooden floor being the only thing really familiar right then.

Foggy breathed out a heavy sigh when he thought Matt was far enough away, or at least no longer listening, and slouched back in his chair again. Even after knowing about his friend as long as he had, he still wasn't quite used to it. In fact, when he really allowed himself to use his brain and think about this whole thing, he could only come back to one conclusion.

Everything had changed.

Well, maybe not everything, but it sure felt like it.

At first Foggy thought it was Matt who had changed. Fisk had been out of the way for a week now, and even more time before that where Foggy had reconsidered his past with his best friend.

The second he had seen the masked man collapsed and bloodied on the floor of Matt's house, Foggy had known who he was even though he didn't want to. And yet, he wondered if he had ever really known him at all.

But it wasn't Matt who had changed, Foggy realized after the first week of alcohol and self-pity for his stupidity. He really was still the same best friend, just with more shared secrets than before; Foggy was certain of that now. And once he had realized that, he then struggled finding what it was that had changed, if not the man with the hidden identity.

It was him. Foggy. Foggy Nelson had changed. His perspective was so foreign to him now—the blacks and whites were grayer than ever. Silently he wondered if this was how Matt had felt after the accident which left him blind…ish. Seeing things in an entirely different way, that is. Perhaps Foggy was really the blind one.

Perhaps he always had been.

Now he sat alone in the office at his desk, rubbing a hand over his mouth as he tried to remember a while back when they had decent jobs at a firm, partially during and partially right after college. It was before the two friends had gotten their own way, but close enough that it slid across Foggy's memory. It had been one of their craziest cases to work on, if not the craziest one of all. But knowing what he knew now...well, it made him wonder if maybe Matt's secret wasn't the only thing Foggy hadn't entirely understood.

They hadn't been very high up in superiority at the small firm they worked in then, obviously, at their age, but they were genius avocados and always tried to get involved in any cases there anyway. Thinking about it now, Foggy realized that it may not have been the wisest thing to do from where their status was, but he supposed it didn't really matter now. A lot of things didn't.

So Foggy decided to consider why that case had mattered so much then, and what changed after that. Because things did change.

He leaned back in his not super comfy chair and tried to remember. The winter chill in the air, the constant vigilance of all law enforcement in Hell's Kitchen, the terror at night...

"Matt!" Foggy shouted as he burst into the room. It had been a slow afternoon—no one had anything to give to the young interns. A blind one and his not as smart, odd, but extremely good looking partner, if Foggy did say so. But now, as he rushed to his friend with papers in hand, he knew he had done something right for the first time in... a while.

Foggy shoved the papers at Matt, even if the dude couldn't see worth crap. He was too excited. "We got ourselves something," he jittered nervously, "something real." He rubbed his hands together, imitating holding money in hand. This was done on purpose, seeing as how Matt lacked a visual and would assume the case was the real deal, not just the money. But in Foggy's defense, the two were the same thing. Honestly.

Sighing, Matt wiped over the not-brail paper in his hands, lifting his chin as normal one would to look up at another. Foggy knew he obviously didn't have to appear normal like that, but he appreciated that Matt always tried his best to act like a regular guy. Because at the end of the day, he was, right?

"Foggy, who would—?"

"Well no one exactly gave it to me willingly, but those are just details. We got it. The guy going on trial for those recent murders? We got it. Man! This is gonna make us so famous!"

From what Foggy could see behind the dark shades, Matt still wasn't fully buying it. Always the cautious one he was.

"We can't take on a case like this, Foggy. It's too big, and we're... not. Besides, it isn't technically allowed since we aren't exactly legit at this point." Matt was giving him that look. That blind I-can't-see-your-face-but-I-see-the-bitter-truth look he always threw. Somehow, Matt knew that Foggy hated that face. The strong, deep friggin' hate was probably tangible or something.

"Come on, Matty," Matt sighed at the nickname, but Foggy knew he secretly didn't mind a bit. "Let's give it a shot. Take a chance. The guy is obviously guilty, we just have to defend the guy almost murdered by that first guy! Easy. This is an important case, a pretty simple one, and so we can't lose. We just get our names on it. What's the worst that could happen?"

The worst ended up being two more deaths, an almost death for Foggy, an almost death for Matt, two weeks of psych therapy for Foggy, and never truly knowing what happened.

And now, Foggy was determined to find out.

A/N: Please let me know your thoughts and ideas, thanks! :D

-Kenxi