"He was... one of the most infuriating men I ever met," Matt Murdock muttered, trying to find -- God, where did he put his sunglasses?
She just chuckled. If a sound could have words, it'd would've been something like 'Talk about an understatement'.
"He just- had this way of being so- why did have to joke all the time?"
He pulled his pants back up. Took him a while to remember they'd landed on the floor, not the chair. With him, they'd always-- the sound of her laugh broke him out of his brood, if just for a moment. Matt knew her so well now that he could almost see her lying there, grinning at him. When he wasn't joking or moping, he was always talking about her, he thought.
"Do you do this after all your dates, Matt? Brood and moan about your ex-boyfriends?"
"He wasn't my boyfriend," he scowled, pulling his shirt back on. "We just... experimented a few times. Peter was an attractive man, but I'm not... they were life or death situations, people do things-"
Even if he wasn't blind, he couldn't have looked at her then. Matt could 'sense' she wasn't looking at him, either, and the grin was long gone.
"That's a bummer, Horny," she laughed. It almost sounded genuine - but then again, she'd had practice. "I always told Petey, you know, I did a little 'experimenting', too. I didn't care if he liked boys and girls, as long as he loved me. And, hey- I mean, if he ever wanted to 'experiment' again, I wouldn't mind..."
The Man Without Fear just held The Woman Formerly Known as Mrs. Spider-Man. Not like he'd held Peter -- he hadn't ever held Peter, really, the man squirmed too much -- and he prayed that it was nothing like how Peter had held her.
Mary Jane, on the other hand, clung to him. Trying to find anything and everything in his embrace that could be like having her husband back in her arms. It couldn't be that hard, they pretended to be each other all the time...
No. Peter never kissed like that. On the forehead. Like he was a kissing a sister. A sister he'd had accidental, grief fueled (but far from bad) sex with, sure, but - "Sorry," she whispered.
"Don't be. I needed -- someone. I'm..." Matt laughed. "I want to say honored, but you'll make fun of me."
"Never, Hornhead," she grinned, emphasizing 'horn' in that sexy-joking way that Peter had constantly told him about, no matter how many times he begged him to shut up. "But I know what you mean."
"Good," he ran a hand through her hair. "I don't want you to think--"
"Just two friends comforting each other," Mary Jane interrupted. "In a very nice and one-time way."
"Exactly," he nodded. "Good."
"Good," MJ agreed, leaning against his chest.
"Hey, wait. Were you serious about the experimenting thing? Did you really-- would Peter have really--?!"
"Well... obviously not now. I'm an open-minded girl, but my husband would have to be a zombie or something, and Mary Jane does not play that game."