A/N: Alright, so unless Matt and Foggy stayed in the dorms for at least three years, I have taken some liberties with their ages in this fic. Or they went out drinking illegally. I guess it's up to you. Also this is the last chapter I have typed up right now. I have one written, and about four others in the works, so stay tuned. Also if anyone has any requests or suggestions, I will take those as well! Thank you to those who have reviewed, favorited, or followed! Please, enjoy!

Loud laughter exploded through the silence of the night as the two friends stumbled back to their shared dorm. Mid-terms were officially over and the whole campus had been celebrating.

Foggy hummed softly to himself as he flipped Matt's cane around lazily. Matt wore a small smile of content, gripping Foggy's elbow to keep himself steady. Although, neither man was particularly steady.

"Hey, hey! Have I told you that joke about Sally?" Foggy giggled slightly and the sound had Matt's grin widening.

"Yes, yes you have."

"Okay, what about- what about the golf gun?"

Matt's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Golf gun?"

Foggy snorted out a laugh before his expression morphed into stony seriousness. "Two cops show up to a bloody crime scene at a golf course. Some guy named Juan had been killed, had a huge hole in his chest!"

Matt's fingers nearly slipped from Foggy's elbow as his friend animatedly reenacted his joke.

"So the first officer says: 'well, at least we know what weapon was used to kill him.' " Fogy dropped his voice an octave to represent the first officer. "The second officer turns to his partner, all confused, 'we do?' He questioned." The second officer's voice was slightly higher than his usual tone and Matt chuckled at Foggy's theatrics. "'Yeah, it was a golf gun.'" The baritone was quickly replaced by the high tenor, "'a golf gun, what's a golf gun?'" Foggy dissolved into a fit of laughter, high pitched squeaks escaping past his lips as he tried to finish the joke. "'I don't know-' " Foggy attempted to keep up the deep baritone of the first officer but was unable. "I don't know, but it made a hole in Juan!"

Matt released a barking laugh, almost more amused by Foggy's reaction than the actual joke.

Foggy was gasping slightly, and Matt could taste the salt of his tears in the air. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps he was just tired, but for whatever reason Matt didn't become aware of the man walking briskly towards them until his shoulder was jarred painfully. Matt's whole body pivoted with the motion, forcefully tearing his grip off Foggy's arm and sending his world on fire into a tailspin. He didn't hear so much as an apology from the man who had run into him.

"Hey!" Foggy shouted, enraged and seemingly sober. "I believe you owe my friend an apology!"

"Foggy-" Matt called in exasperation. "Foggy it's fine."

"It is most certainly not fine! Who does he think he is, ramming into a blind guy!" The last part was shouted at the man's retreating form but he didn't even glance over his shoulder.

"Foggy." Matt groaned, groping about the hazy space that his friend was hiding in. He released a small victorial 'ha' when his hand came into contact with Foggy's soft coat. "Just drop it, it's really not a big deal."

"Only cause you're like, the nicest guy on the planet. Anyone else would be justifiably upset by what just happened."

Matt inhaled deeply through his nose and pulled Foggy's arm till they started walking again. "Obviously he was just in a bit of a hurry."

"Don't give this guy excuses Matt, you were this close to becoming a pancake on the pavement." Foggy shifted Matt's cane so he could hold up his hand, pointer and thumb fingers a mere inch apart.

Matt's eyebrows raised in amusement from behind his glasses, "You know I can't see the gesture you're making, right?"

"Then how do you know I was even making a gesture to be seen? Hmmm?" Foggy demanded playfully, all animosity felt towards the stranger seemingly forgotten. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Uh- three."

There was a pregnant pause where Foggy glanced from Matt's shaded eyes to the three fingers he had raised towards the sky. "What!"

Matt shrugged his shoulders with a sheepish grin, "Lucky guess?"

"Guess huh? Anyway that guy was still a dick."

Matt just nodded, settling a little more deeply into Foggy's warm frame. The two walked in a companionable silence for about a block before a smile lit up Matt's face. "Hey, what goes: click click, have I done it yet? Click click, have I done it yet?"

"What?" Foggy responded immediately.

"A blind man trying to solve a Rubik's cube."

The answer was so serious and monotone, Foggy's feet stuck to the ground as his stunned brain reeled to catch up.

Matt's hand loosened from Fogy's arm and he continued to walk casually down the street, hands in packets, chin tucked firmly in his scarf to stave off the cold.

"Hold up Murdock, did you just-?"

Matt halted his stride and turned his body so he was angled back towards Foggy. "Well you said I was just a guy right? So why can't a guy tell a blind man joke?"

It took a moment for the words to truly sink in but when they did Foggy couldn't help but laugh. "I bet I know better blind man jokes than you!" He challenged as he quickly closed the short distance between himself and his friend, immediately offering up his arm, which Matt happily took.

"Dude," Matt scoffed, "I was the butt of all the jokes in high school, I defy you to tell me one joke I've never heard before."

"Alright here it comes, prepare yourself!"

"I'm prepared, lay it on me!"

"What do you call a blind German?" Foggy paused for effect. "A not see."

"Weak!" Matt jeered. "That is so weak Nelson!"

"Alright, hold your horses I'm just getting warmed up. Why don't blind people skydive?"

"It scares the shit out of their dogs." Matt responded.

"Come on man, stealing my punch line? What gives!"

"Well if you tell me old, tired jokes, I am going to steal your punch lines. Why did the blind man cross the road?"

"Why?"

Matt shook his head sadly, "We don't know. He never made it."

Foggy couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips. "Okay, here's a new one for you: 'Knock knock.' I say to my blind friend. 'Who's there?' He asked. 'Doctor.' 'Doctor who?' 'Correct!' I giggled. 'I see what you did there.' My blind friend replied. And that's when I reported him for benefit fraud."

Matt huffed out a laugh, "Okay, points for creativity."

"Thank you." Foggy sang. "Oh hey, stairs." He quickly passed Matt his cane as they came to the entrance of their residence hall.

"What would you do if I said I see them?"

"Report you for benefit fraud."

Matt snorted, then the two were laughing so hard they had to grip the railing to keep from falling over.

"Hey, hey-" Foggy wheezed, "How ironic would it be if everyone went blind in the year 2020?"

Matt released a loud laugh then countered with, "What if there was a braille sign that said: do not touch?"

Foggy had to wipe tears from the corners of his eyes and take a few gasping breaths before he could retaliate. "You know those signs that say 'guide dogs only'? Well who are they directed at, the dog?"

"Don't you know? Reading is one of the skills they learn when training to be an aid dog."

"I did not know that."

Matt chuckled softly before beginning his next joke. "I always like to go driving with my blind friend. Whenever we hit a speed bump I tell him it was a dog."

Foggy's smile fell and his eyes widened in terror. "That is awful! I would never do that to you. Firstly because I am a way better friend than that dude and secondly because I don't have a car!" He stated vehemently.

For whatever reason, the friends found that statement to be even funnier than the joke and were soon gasping for breath once again. The door to their dorm room was jiggled open and the two roommates stumbled in.

Matt collapsed with a contented sigh against his bed. "Thank you." He said sincerely. "For treating me like a guy."

"Well that is what you are." There was a slight shuffling of material as Foggy presumably undressed, then a soft click when he shut off the lights. It wasn't as if Matt needed them to change any way.

"You know," Foggy whispered thoughtfully from his bed, "The guy who sold the first blind man a pair of sunglasses must have been one hell of a salesman."

Matt snorted once again and shook his head in fond exasperation. "Alright Foggy, you win. You have told me multiple new jokes tonight."

"Yes!"

Matt didn't need his eyes to know that Foggy had just fist pumped. "You're such a dork."

"And you're a freaking magician!"

Matt smiled, his eyes staring up at the ceiling sightlessly. He easily slipped out of his clothes and slid under the covers. "Good night Foggy." He called with a happy sigh.

"Good night Matt." He replied. Then the room was engulfed in silence as the two friends lost themselves in their thoughts.

Suddenly Foggy's tired voice shattered the growing peace. "A braille sign that says do not touch."

And the room was once again filled with uncontrollable, tear inducing laughter.