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The next day came slowly as Matt was unable to fall asleep that night. He had tried, closed his eyes, counted sheep, and drank tea, whatever it took, but it didn't help. He felt tired, for no reason, as he realized all he has done was sit on the couch and take a shower.
When it was finally time to get up, which he kept checking every ten minutes if it were, he got dressed at a speed he had probably never used before. Not having thought about the outfit, he called in Claire for help, who was in the kitchen, preparing a light breakfast as all Matt owned were a couple of crackers and some plane cereal.
"Claire, can I go outside in this?" He asked, standing in the doorway to his bedroom.
Claire realized she had never seen him in casual daylight clothes before. She had met him when he was wearing his first Daredevil outfit. She saw him wearing a suit, she saw him wearing a hoodie and some sweatpants and she saw him wear his final Daredevil outfit. She had never seen him like this. He was wearing blue jeans with a slightly darker blue t-shirt. With any other person she'd disagree with the outfit and grab a shirt in a different colour, but with Matt, it wasn't even a bothering combination.
"Yeah, 's okay," She answered.
"Thanks. I, uh. I'll make coffee." He smiled. He actually smiled. He looked tired, eyes bare and wandering around instead of the steady forward stare he usually had, but the smile looked genuine. It was almost like the Matt she knew.
He started getting everything he needed to get the coffee going, looking almost as confident as he always did. She was thinking maybe he could live like this and wondered if he was thinking the same thing.
Once the food and coffee were gone they made a plan.
"Where did you buy your last pair of glasses?" Claire asked, to plan their first stop.
"I didn't. Foggy gave them to me after we landed the internship at Landman and Zack, as a gift. And also because the pair that the nuns at the orphanage gave me were 'outdated' according to Foggy."
Claire didn't know about the orphanage. She barely knew anything about him, she realized. This would have to be fixed another time, she should have some kind of history on him.
"Okay, well, do you know any stores you think might have what we're looking for? Pun intended."
Matt let out a chuckle and his hand searched for Claire's across the table.
"I don't really know any stores that sell sunglasses. I never got to buy a pair for myself because I didn't want to drag anyone along and the ones that were given to me worked fine."
"Alright, I guess I know some places to go, then." Claire put her other hand on top of his wrist and gave a light squeeze.
"Thank you, Claire. I really appreciate it." He smiled again. This time it seemed different, like when he gets help from strangers when he doesn't want it or need it.
She realized what he had said, about not wanting to drag anyone along. She felt the need to come up with something to tell him so that he didn't feel like this was all it was to her, a guy needing help and her not having the guts to pass.
"It's all good. I don't have many girlfriends to go shopping with so this should be the closest thing, might even be fun!"
And then Matt's fake smile turned to a genuine grin.