It was the smell of coffee that brought Matthew back to the world of the living. With a groan, he sat up and swung his feet to the ground. "Morning, Mr. Murdock. Water and aspirin are on the table in front of you," Constantine called out as he slipped on his long sleeve. The items were slightly out of reach and off center, but Matthew had no problem locating them on his first try.

Eggs, bacon and toast. The smell of the simple breakfast filled the air and caused Matthew's stomach to growl. "Thanks," he said as he opened the pills and popped a couple into his mouth, chugging the glass of water after. "I'm sorry I overstayed my welcome," he said as he felt the sun's warm rays on his skin. "I'll be out of here as soon as I'm dressed."

"Relax, devil boy," Constantine said as they plated the meal. "So many unnecessary apologies. Come sit and enjoy the free food."

Matthew pressed his lips together, struggling to decide. For some reason, he was reminded of Claire, which prompted his mind to bring the night she was kidnapped to the forefront. It could be different now, though, couldn't it? With Fisk and his associates gone? Besides, there hadn't been anyone around them, when Constantine found him. And he would need someone like them, in the future. Claire promised to be there whenever he needed her, but he couldn't bring himself to keep her in his world. Not after everything that happened and not with the complicated emotions between them. He stood and took a seat at the table. "It smells good," he offered as he reached for the coffee cup Constantine held out. "Both the food and the coffee."

"Thanks. I just need to grab utensils," they said as they headed to the kitchen drawers. Matthew could smell Constantine's intentions from miles away, but a part of him couldn't help indulging them. After all, it was the first time someone reacted this way to his abilities. There was a lull and then Matthew was snatching a spoon out of the air. "Oops."

"I know you're testing me," Matthew said, though he couldn't help the amusement. "What would you have done if I hadn't caught it?"

"Apologize profusely and probably try again later," Constantine replied, joining him at the table and handing him a fork and knife for his food. "I mean, you're Matt Murdock and Daredevil. Surely you must realize how exceptional this is."

"You don't think I'm faking being blind?" he asked as he prepared his coffee.

"I saw those peepers last night," Constantine said as they prepared their own cup. "You're most certainly medically blind. However you see, if you can somehow see, must be vastly different from what the rest of us see."

Matthew couldn't stop the lilt of a smile as they began to eat. It was a quiet breakfast until the end. There was a curious itch that wouldn't leave Matthew alone, so as Constantine sat enjoying the last of their coffee, he spoke up. "You weren't afraid, when you saw me. Why?"

"There're worst things to be scared of," Constantine replied. Their tone was normal, casual even, but that uptick of a heartbeat didn't escape Matthew. Whatever memories they recalled, they turned a torn-up vigilante into a walk in the park. It only spiked his curiosity. "I think you of all people know that."

He didn't push it and picked up his own cup again. "I suppose you're right."

Constantine smiled and stood from the table, cleaning it off and setting the used dishes in the sink. "I have a couple of errands to run so I'm going to get ready," they said. "You're welcome to the shower afterwards. I'm sure I can find some clothes that'll fit you well enough so you don't have to wear your dirty suit."

Matthew deliberated for a moment then nodded. "Thanks. That'll be great," he said. Foggy and Karen always berated him for turning down any and all help. This wasn't anything big and in no way would it put Constantine in danger, so why not accept it? His host headed to the bedroom as he sat deep in thought, and moments later, he could hear them placing clothes and a duffle bag on the bed. The sound of a running shower came to Matthew's ears just as he finished his meal. He stood with a wince and a soft grunt, his muscles burning even with the slightest exertion. The least I could do is clean up, he noted to himself as he took his dishes to the sink and began washing what was in there.

Meanwhile, Constantine was wading through their own peculiar web of thoughts. Obviously Matthew was blind. Were his other senses so far enhanced to allow a replacement for sight? If his senses were somehow super-powered, how well did they work? They had tested him with the utensils in an unorthodox way. Maybe that was the way to test his other senses. "I have another very important question for you, Matt," they spoke as they lathered up soap. Their voice was normal, as if conversing with the man face to face instead of standing alone under running water behind two closed doors. "Do you know this song?" Constantine began to sing, occasionally interrupting themselves with giggles.

In the kitchen, Matthew was helpless to stop his own chuckles from escaping. His host's voice was clear to his ears and while the singing wasn't exactly exceptional, something about it pleased him. Maybe it was the carefree nature of it, or the fact that, unlike other people, they displayed no unease at his unnatural abilities. They almost seemed to urge him to show his full potential to them, with all these little tests they threw out. He hummed along with them as he cleaned.

A fully dressed Constantine entered the living room after a half hour or so to find Matthew sitting on the couch, a fresh cup of coffee in hand. "I hope you don't mind if I helped myself to more," he said.

Constantine dropped beside him. "I told you to make yourself at home, didn't I?" they said. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," he said and sipped on his coffee. "Though, I feel I am sorely overstaying my welcome." Constantine rolled their eyes and Matthew's mouth twitched upward. "You'll say I'm not, but I am. Still, I appreciate it."

"You're not one to accept help easily, are you?" Constantine asked. "I mean, I get it. What you do is hard and dangerous. It's easy to see why you hesitate to involve others."

"You sound as if you have some experience in this yourself," he said casually. If anyone else were in the room, they would see Constantine's expressionless face staring at Matthew. The viewer would think the words held no meaning to the paramedic. There was a reaction, though. A tensing of muscles, a skipped heartbeat. Things only Matthew would be able to note.

Constantine hummed, as if affirming his comment, and they stood to head to the kitchen. Matthew sensed the return of their amusement as they walked around the cleaned area and sink. "You didn't have to."

"Neither did you," he said and set the half empty mug on the coffee table. "I'll be quick with the shower," he added and walked towards the bedroom. "Oh, by the way." He was resting against the entry frame, holding the door halfway closed now. "I'm not a big Elvis fan. I'm really more a jazz guy myself."

A delighted laugh escaped Constantine as Matthew closed the door fully. They remained in the kitchen for a moment longer before their eyes flickered to the closed door once again. They could hear the running water and the start of muffled singing. Not enough to make out the words, but the tune was easy to pick up. Now Constantine began doubting the earlier test and wondered if maybe Matthew had simply stood beside the wall to hear them better. With a new theory in mind, they tiptoed carefully and headed to the farthest corner of the apartment, cupping their hands around their mouth and murmuring into the wall. "One last important question for the day, Matt. What's your favorite flower?"

Constantine moved back towards their desk and began preparing their knapsack for the outing, humming the same Elvis song from before to themselves. When the bedroom door opened, they turned to find Matthew dressed in the gray hoodie and black joggers they set out. "The pants look a bit tight, but the hoodie helps hide that at least."

"It's fine, really," Matthew assured and then lifted the duffle bag hanging from his right hand. "Thanks for letting me borrow this too."

"No problem," Constantine nodded, shouldering their knapsack. "Do you want a ride to your place?"

Matthew shook his head as the two headed to the front door. "The walk will do my muscles some good," he said, stepping out and waiting as Constantine locked the apartment. "I don't have a favorite flower, but if I had to pick, I'd say honeysuckles."

His new acquaintance whirled towards him and he couldn't help but grin at the glee he picked up. "Are all your senses that heightened?"

"I know you ate Thai food recently. Plain pepperoni pizza before that," he answered casually. Even using that tone, his muscles clenched, expecting the usual response. Creepy. Invasive. Disturbing. "You switched cleaners, from chemicals to more eco-friendly options. You also had a dog for a few weeks, about three or four months ago. Dog-sitting?"

Another delighted laugh came from Constantine while they walked downstairs and Matthew would've jumped if he lacked any self control. "You are truly extraordinary, Mr. Murdock," Constantine said then tossed something at Matthew. He easily caught the sunglasses and put them on before they stepped outside.

Extraordinary. That was a first. He pushed the strange sensation spilling into his gut away. "Do you always throw things at blind people?" Matthew asked, stepping close to Constantine to remain out of earshot to the people around them.

"Only the ones that can see," they retorted with a playful smile. "I'll see you around, devil boy."

Matthew scrunched his nose, but Constantine walked away before he could reply. He stood in the middle of the sidewalk, sensing them get farther away. "See you, Ti."