(A/N): One of my goals this summer was to draw more, but, though that was a mild success, I have felt a bit unaccomplished, so I decided to dive into an idea I have had in my mind since I wrote my last Daredevil fanfic. It's been a while since I've watched the show, but I wanted to give this story a try. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing from the show Daredevil.

Matt hadn't known how much he missed the smell of stale coffee until he stepped into the office. It seeped into the stained walls and the wood of the desks, its scent comfortingly overwhelming, and over that he could smell a sweet aura of lavender perfume and apple shampoo. He could smell her new lipgloss, one she hadn't worn before, and the fresh coat of paint on her nails. She smelled of sweet familiarity and comfort.

And worry. Karen stank of worry.

"Are you sure you're okay to work? It's only been a week since… since your accident." Karen hesitated. Her heart skipped a beat, and, in his office, another heart started to race.

Matt widened his smile. "There is nothing to worry about, Karen. How about you get me caught up on the case."

A sharp, silent inhale escaped Karen's lips. The wood creaked as Karen tightened her grip on the desk she was leaning on. "You were in an accident, Matt. How many times are you going to come to the office all bloodied up?" Matt's smile tugged down. Karen sighed. "Anyways, it scares the customers away, seeing a blind lawyer with bruised knuckles," she said, trying to make a joke out of it.

Matt pursed his lips, and he put his hand over the bruised one.

"Heeeey, Matt, buddy!" Foggy said, walking in from his office. "You mind if we step out for a bit? I need to ask you something." Matt gave Karen a smile, and he took Foggy's arm as they exited the building.

Stopping at the entrance of their building, Foggy straightened his supporting elbow and faced Matt. He opened his mouth before Matt held a hand between them, tilting his head down and to the side. A few seconds passed when he dropped his hand and sighed. "Karen's on the phone. Talk."

A siren flew by them, screaming down the street, but Matt could still hear his friend's fury. "You are an idiot!" Foggy seethed, pointing at Matt accusingly.

"I believe you wanted to ask me something?"

"Fine, let me rephrase that: Are you an idiot?! Karen knows. She already suspects something's up, and it's only a matter of time before she puts together the odd hours, the injuries, everything."

Be careful what you say, Matt heard his voice say in his head. "Look, I'm just trying to prote-"

"What bull. You know that, and I know that," Foggy said. "This isn't just about protection. This is about your sick, twisted mission to save the city with your own sick, twisted morals. This is about your need to hide from people and their love because of your self-pity or some crap, and this whole 'protect your family' thing isn't doing anything. Your 'accident' was how I found out about your other side. Do you know how disturbing that is?"

"I'm-..." A group of students passed by and Matt paused, awkwardly rocking on his heels until they were gone. "I'm sorry Foggy, I-"

Matt was cut off by a crazed laugh. "Oh… oh wow," Foggy managed to say during his fit. "Sorry? Sorry? Dude, we are way past sorry. I found out that my blind roommate turned out to be a delusional madman who beats up people in black PJ's. You may have all those wonderful stories of the people you rescued, but what about me? I helped you through college! I was the one there for you, and you suddenly tell me that you're not really blind? Karen and I are your only friends. If you want to have at least one left, I suggest you do something."

"Like what?" Matt whispered between his teeth. "Confess to Karen? Stop trying to save the city?"

"I'm just saying, man. You can go on and screw around with your life all you want. You already screwed up with me. Just don't hurt Karen, too, 'cause if you do, I won't be there to have your back. You'd be alone in this hell hole because you didn't even have the audacity to tell the truth, and you've hurt your closest friends along the way."

And Foggy left, slamming the door behind him, leaving Matt on the sidewalk, and the city suddenly seemed so quiet.

(A/N): A quick little snippet between Foggy and Matt. Criticism is welcome.