The air was crisp but a comfortable temperature, fresh with the promise of spring and new life. Spring break was right around the corner, but that also brought mid-terms, the bane of any college students' existence.

Still, Friday nights were reserved for tomfoolery and bad decisions, like staying out all night and waiting for the sun to rise.

Matt couldn't remember whose idea it had originally been, just that one of them had suggested they don't go back to the dorm and the other hadn't disagreed.

They'd eventually plopped their tired butts down on a wet, grassy hill just outside campus, sitting quietly and enjoying the peace that accompanied the precipice of dawn.

"Hey." Foggy's tentative voice drew Matt's attention, the slight nervous flutter of Foggy's heart causing Matt's body to tense. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

Matt's heart plummeted; that never boded well, but he didn't want to lie to Foggy, at least, not when it could be helped. "Go ahead." Matt responded, bracing himself for the worst.

Foggy took a moment to collect his thoughts before quickly uttering his question. "What do you miss most from when you could see?"

Matt's brain reeled for a moment. He'd been expecting questions about his childhood, about his dad and the night- not something as simple as what he missed seeing. Matt couldn't help it, he laughed softly, drawing a confused look from his roommate. "I don't really have an answer." He responded truthfully. "I don't hate the fact that I became blind, it's who I am ya know? But because I was only nine when it happened, I don't know, I guess I just didn't appreciate sight enough, or maybe it's the whole: 'you don't know what you have till it's gone'. Either way, I guess I'd say I miss the sky the most, sunrise, the deep purple clouds of a bad storm." Matt sighed longingly as he tried to recall the last sunrise he'd seen. It wasn't as if he'd had a way of knowing that he wouldn't ever get another chance, but he still wished he had just taken a moment to truly take it in.

"So what's the best part about being blind? Aside from easily picking up babes that is." Foggy said jokingly, causing a smile to light up Matt's face.

"Well aside from that, I- it's hard to explain. I experience the world in a way so completely different than most people. Maybe it helps that I had nine years to see the world, but for me, sounds and smells blend together to make a picture of sorts. Like water-color is being painted in my mind, it's sort of fluid; it fluctuates." Matt paused, noticing for the first time the intense way Foggy was staring at him, and realized that he probably sounded absolutely insane. So with a quick shrug he brushed his thoughts away and easily deflected, "Anyway, it doesn't really matter."

"No." Foggy interrupted immediately. "I think it's cool. The way you see the world, if you'll pardon my phrasing, Matt, it's amazing."

Matt's heart swelled with joy, a genuinely, purely joy-filled smile capturing his face. "Thanks Foggy."

"You are welcome Matt."

The hill lapsed into silence and the sun continued to rise but the two friends showed no signs of leaving.

"Hey Foggy," Matt finally called softly. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

Foggy released a long suffering sigh but Matt could detect the telltale signs of shifting skin he'd come to recognize as Foggy's amused smile. "I suppose it is you turn."

"Listen, if you don't want to answer, it's fine, I just-"

"Matt, I trust you, there's nothing you can say that'll offend me and if I'm too uncomfortable for whatever reason, I'll let you know. I'm not gonna lie to you."

And damn if that statement didn't stab him through the heart. "Why isn't your dad in the picture?"

Foggy sighed heavily, and Matt could practically hear his demeanor falling. He was just about to rescind his statement when Foggy responded. "I never really knew him, at least, I don't remember knowing him. My mom told me he walked out on us when I was five, but he'd stopped being a father long before that."

"Oh man, I'm sorry." Matt said honestly. His father had been the most important person to him as a child, how someone who was supposed to always be there for their children could just walk away was a mystery.

"It's okay." Foggy shrugged. "My mom and I got along just fine. It was just us against the world, it hasn't always been easy but we always make it work."

The hill was once again encompassed in silence, comfortable, peace-filled silence.

Matt exhaled slowly and allowed his head to fall against Foggy's shoulder. "I'm glad we're roomies." He said gently, careful not to break the delicate peace that had fallen over the hill.

Foggy's gaze darted to the lump of hair resting on his shoulder, heart fluttering in a happily, content sort of way. "Me too." He whispered in reply.

A/N: Yay more bonding. Hopefully this explained some things about Foggy's familial situation. So the next chapter I'll be working on is Wingman, it was a request but I can't say for sure when I'll be able to post it, the busy train is once again boarding and I have a one-way ticket. To eternity. Until next time!

~Spring