It's too bad, now Matt's starting to feel tiredness settle over him, warm and at ease under Frank's touch. He'll power nap during Frank's shower. For now, though, he lets out a little laugh.
"Can't think of a better way to spend a morning."
Even though he knows Frank will hate the idea of stretching, because Frank's probably never stretched a day in his life. It'll still give them something to do, at least for a short amount of time.
"If only there were some of your famous blueberry pancakes."
Frank hums out another quiet sound, feeling lazy and wanting to roll around in bed with Matt, but he knows he can't. He needs to get up and get the day going. Little does he know how much excitement Matt already had all evening.
"I'll have to go shopping," he says with a smile, pressing another kiss to Matt's lips for the pleasure of it. God, when did they become this casually affectionate anyway?
Frank sighs before rolling himself away so he can sit up. His body is in agony for his efforts but he barely makes a sound as he hauls himself up, rolling his shoulders.
"You stay here and get your beauty rest, pretty boy," he says affectionately, fingers pushing back at some of Matt's hair before he gets up to haul his ass to the bathroom in the hall outside.
Matt can't deny the strange juxtaposition of it all, their circumstances versus this pocket of domesticity. They're the top wanted men in the city, without question, and here they are exchanging lazy kisses in the morning. It almost makes Matt laugh.
"I'll do my best."
He reaches for Frank's hand, letting their fingers brush as Frank walks away. He exhales once he's alone and shifts a bit to comfortable, eyes dropping closed. Matt doesn't really fall back asleep, but just resting is nice, listening to the city moving around outside.
Fisk would have no idea what to do with himself if he knew about the intimate relationship these two shared. Something else he could definitely use against them both, though Frank likes to think it also makes them stronger. He'd do whatever it takes to keep Matt safe.
He uses up the hot water in the shower, standing under it and enduring the pain for the majority of the time, but he also scrubs down and gets the stench of death off his skin. He does feel mildly better when he comes back to the room to get some fresh clothes, making a pit stop at his "kitchen" to turn on the coffee maker.
"You thirsty?" he calls out softly, just in case Matt fell back asleep.
"Hmm?" Matt doesn't open his eyes, but he's very obviously focused on Frank. "I could have a cup."
After a moment, he pushes himself up, scrubbing a hand down his face. He stretches one arm up over his head and rotates his shot shoulder, then he tilts his head a bit.
"How do you feel about going for a walk today? I want to stop by the church."
Frank grabs two mugs and tries not to grunt at every little stretch he makes. Honestly, maybe he should get into the routine of stretching. His body will thank him for it.
"You sure it's smart to get out there so soon?" The way he asks makes it sound like Frank isn't so sure. "You can pray here, I promise it's not cursed."
"No, it's not to pray. There's someone I need to see."
Maybe it isn't smart to go out there, but Matt's never been nothing if not confident. In sunglasses and a hat, moving around like he's got sight, it's unlikely he'll be flagged by anyone.
He wonders if this is code for something else because Frank can't imagine who Matt would need to see at church at a time like this. Matt has a strong connection to his faith but he hasn't looped Frank in on it much at all.
"No, I'll come with," he confirms, not wanting to be left behind, especially when Matt asked him to join. "Need some more information though. Who're you seeing?"
Mostly Matt asked Frank to join because he felt like Frank would bitch if Matt tried to go anywhere alone, but it's good for them to be together in case shit goes sideways.
"One of the sisters there. She helped me when I was an orphan there, and then again after the Midline Circle collapse. She'll want to know I'm okay. I don't want her to worry."
Frank listens to the explanation and has to believe it because Matt would be an idiot to lie to him now of all times, when they have to rely on one another. He feels like something is off though, he just can't quite figure out why.
"Alright..." He's pouring coffee into both mugs, steaming hot, and he walks one over to hand to Matt. "If it's that important. I can keep an eye out I guess."
Plus it'll be interesting to see a part of Matt's past...
He can hear the suspicion in Frank's voice. He feels bad not saying the entire truth. Maybe once this is all over with, Matt will tell him, but the less he speaks it out into the world, the less he brings some sort of karmic danger to Maggie and everyone else at the church.
"I had a hard time sleeping last night," he says, taking the mug with a grateful smile. Also not a lie, technically. "There's a lot on my mind."
Matt takes a sip of the coffee, careful of the heat, and lets out a hum.
"Can't imagine what," he jokes dryly. So much shit happened that Frank doesn't even know where to start, so he can only imagine how Matt feels. He's still glad that Matt is here though and not trying to run off on his own immediately, which is kind of what Frank expected. He's surprised he waited here for Frank as long as he did.
Eyes shift over Matt restlessly, wanting to do more to help him too.
"We could regroup and get breakfast somewhere," he offers, even though he was cautious about going for a walk. They still have to eat. "My mug's still beat up but I know at least one place that won't ask any questions."
Matt takes another sip of his coffee even as he smiles.
"Are you taking me out on a date, Frank?"
It's a playful tease. Matt knows Frank's offering it to keep him from going stir-crazy and to try to maintain some sense of normalcy in Matt's life, and he feels a surge of appreciation and warmth (and love) at that. But it is also the first time they've ever talked about going out somewhere together that isn't vigilante related.
Things have changed drastically from last week to this one, and Frank can't deny that they're in some hot water now, Matt especially. Frank is used to being on the run and living a life no one else would really want or aspire to, but Matt had a whole other world separate from vigilantism and Frank too - something normal. He knows how it feels to lose something like that overnight, even if the comparisons are on different spectrums.
So, yeah, he wants to take his partner out for breakfast.
"What if I am?" he plays along, a pleased sound to his voice. "You okay being seen with my ugly mug in public over eggs and pancakes?"
It's easy to talk about their very obvious relationship status in the context of little teases and jokes. Maybe the reason they've never really discussed it is because they both know exactly what it is, and they've just accepted it. Hell, now they're even living together.
"I wouldn't want to be seen with anyone else."
Matt can't deny that he also enjoys the defiance of it all. Him and Frank, brazenly (but cautiously) stepping out into the city in the broad daylight is nothing short of a big Fuck You to Fisk.
Alright, that gets a quick laugh out of him, because they both know the elephant in the room they refuse to acknowledge (and yet have in every other damn way). Other people would've caved under the pressure after so many years but the two of them stubbornly continue like it's no big deal.
They don't need a "what are we" conversation. They're long past that.
"Maybe you finally did go nuts, Red," he can't help but tease, taking a long drink of his coffee and feeling slightly more human for it now. "Or I shouldn't have waited this long to take you out in the daytime huh?"
Why would he? He's always been at his happiest and most peaceful during those late nights or early mornings together, tucked away into their own little world. Dates are one of those conventional things Matt's done because it's expected. He and Frank have never needed that.
"Can't give people too many opportunities to be jealous that I have the best date in the city."
"Now you're just filling me up with some sweet bullshit, Counselor." He's still smiling though, still touched in a weird way, because this is just how they roll.
He downs the rest of his coffee like it's water and comes over to slide his hand around Matt's waist and draw him in for a kiss. Ridiculous. Why does he even like (love?) this man?
"You look good in my clothes but it might help hide you a bit more too." Matt is normally so put together out in the real world - at least with the way he presents himself. "Just for now."
"I think I look pretty good out of them, too," he says, unable to help himself as he goes in for another easy kiss.
Frank's right, though. Matt has a better chance of blending in if he's wearing something more casual and less tailored or high-end than his usual wardrobe. He already has Karen working on getting him some things, but for now, Frank's will do.
Matt, please. That gets another laugh out of Frank, which hurts his ribs, and he curses as he holds his side. Deserved that one, probably.
"Don't tempt me, I'm in no spot to bend you over right now," he says with a grumble, actually sounding annoyed about that fact. It's going to be hard to keep their hands off of one another when they're in constant close quarters like this. Something new.
Matt can't help but look pretty pleased with himself. He kisses the corner of Frank's mouth to placate him, then gives Frank's hip a pat before drinking down half of his coffee.
"Let me go splash some water on my face before we go anywhere." Then he pauses, because he knows Frank's in pain. "We can go eat breakfast together any time, you know. If you need to rest and not move too much, I can go to the church myself."
"Nah, nah, you're not getting rid of me that easily already." He knows that's not why Matt suggested it (not completely, anyway - probably) but Frank wants to be there to help. They're not going at this alone. Besides, Matt brought up going to visit this important person and Frank is kind of curious...
He reaches to pat Matt's butt in encouragement for him to move. "Bathroom's in the hall. I'll get dressed."
Which he does while Matt's getting himself ready too, finding a clean tank top to slip on instead because it's easier, and shrugging a hoodie on top of it. It'll be good enough in the interim, and he needs an easy way to go incognito anyway. New York doesn't really care about looking out for the average asshole in a hoodie on the street.
Matt drinks down the rest of his coffee and goes to the bathroom to try and make himself feel like a functional-enough-human. He's sure he's looked better, but at least he also knows he's looked a lot worse. When he comes back, he starts feeling around Frank's clothes to find some sort of jacket.
"Have any sunglasses?" he asks, as if he hasn't already snooped through everything of Frank's by this point.
They're both not in the best shape but they're making it work like the stubborn assholes they are. Just what they do. Normal people would be resting for days and not irritating their injuries even more, but they have never been normal, and the Fisks won't wait for the enemy to rest.
"Yeah, here-" He heads to his lockers where he keeps some of his clothes and finds a pair of old, cheap sunglasses he uses himself a lot of the time. Frank tosses them Matt's way without a second thought. "Not your usual style but you'll make 'em work."
He also grabs a ballcap to slide on before hobbling back over to one of his gun racks to grab a small piece, checking for ammunition before he hides it into the strap he slides on under his hoodie. Frank never leaves without at least one weapon on his body. It would be like Matt leaving without his fists.
Matt doesn't say anything about the gun, but he raises his eyebrows in silent commentary to himself as he finds a jacket with a hood. Once he slips it on, the sunglasses are next, then he grabs some of the cash he took out a day ago.
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"Can't think of a better way to spend a morning."
Even though he knows Frank will hate the idea of stretching, because Frank's probably never stretched a day in his life. It'll still give them something to do, at least for a short amount of time.
"If only there were some of your famous blueberry pancakes."
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"I'll have to go shopping," he says with a smile, pressing another kiss to Matt's lips for the pleasure of it. God, when did they become this casually affectionate anyway?
Frank sighs before rolling himself away so he can sit up. His body is in agony for his efforts but he barely makes a sound as he hauls himself up, rolling his shoulders.
"You stay here and get your beauty rest, pretty boy," he says affectionately, fingers pushing back at some of Matt's hair before he gets up to haul his ass to the bathroom in the hall outside.
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"I'll do my best."
He reaches for Frank's hand, letting their fingers brush as Frank walks away. He exhales once he's alone and shifts a bit to comfortable, eyes dropping closed. Matt doesn't really fall back asleep, but just resting is nice, listening to the city moving around outside.
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He uses up the hot water in the shower, standing under it and enduring the pain for the majority of the time, but he also scrubs down and gets the stench of death off his skin. He does feel mildly better when he comes back to the room to get some fresh clothes, making a pit stop at his "kitchen" to turn on the coffee maker.
"You thirsty?" he calls out softly, just in case Matt fell back asleep.
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After a moment, he pushes himself up, scrubbing a hand down his face. He stretches one arm up over his head and rotates his shot shoulder, then he tilts his head a bit.
"How do you feel about going for a walk today? I want to stop by the church."
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"You sure it's smart to get out there so soon?" The way he asks makes it sound like Frank isn't so sure. "You can pray here, I promise it's not cursed."
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Maybe it isn't smart to go out there, but Matt's never been nothing if not confident. In sunglasses and a hat, moving around like he's got sight, it's unlikely he'll be flagged by anyone.
"I can go by myself if you need to recover."
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"No, I'll come with," he confirms, not wanting to be left behind, especially when Matt asked him to join. "Need some more information though. Who're you seeing?"
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"One of the sisters there. She helped me when I was an orphan there, and then again after the Midline Circle collapse. She'll want to know I'm okay. I don't want her to worry."
It's not the full truth, but none of it is a lie.
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"Alright..." He's pouring coffee into both mugs, steaming hot, and he walks one over to hand to Matt. "If it's that important. I can keep an eye out I guess."
Plus it'll be interesting to see a part of Matt's past...
"You look tired," he points out then.
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"I had a hard time sleeping last night," he says, taking the mug with a grateful smile. Also not a lie, technically. "There's a lot on my mind."
Matt takes a sip of the coffee, careful of the heat, and lets out a hum.
"That's good."
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Eyes shift over Matt restlessly, wanting to do more to help him too.
"We could regroup and get breakfast somewhere," he offers, even though he was cautious about going for a walk. They still have to eat. "My mug's still beat up but I know at least one place that won't ask any questions."
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"Are you taking me out on a date, Frank?"
It's a playful tease. Matt knows Frank's offering it to keep him from going stir-crazy and to try to maintain some sense of normalcy in Matt's life, and he feels a surge of appreciation and warmth (and love) at that. But it is also the first time they've ever talked about going out somewhere together that isn't vigilante related.
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So, yeah, he wants to take his partner out for breakfast.
"What if I am?" he plays along, a pleased sound to his voice. "You okay being seen with my ugly mug in public over eggs and pancakes?"
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It's easy to talk about their very obvious relationship status in the context of little teases and jokes. Maybe the reason they've never really discussed it is because they both know exactly what it is, and they've just accepted it. Hell, now they're even living together.
"I wouldn't want to be seen with anyone else."
Matt can't deny that he also enjoys the defiance of it all. Him and Frank, brazenly (but cautiously) stepping out into the city in the broad daylight is nothing short of a big Fuck You to Fisk.
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They don't need a "what are we" conversation. They're long past that.
"Maybe you finally did go nuts, Red," he can't help but tease, taking a long drink of his coffee and feeling slightly more human for it now. "Or I shouldn't have waited this long to take you out in the daytime huh?"
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Why would he? He's always been at his happiest and most peaceful during those late nights or early mornings together, tucked away into their own little world. Dates are one of those conventional things Matt's done because it's expected. He and Frank have never needed that.
"Can't give people too many opportunities to be jealous that I have the best date in the city."
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He downs the rest of his coffee like it's water and comes over to slide his hand around Matt's waist and draw him in for a kiss. Ridiculous. Why does he even like (love?) this man?
"You look good in my clothes but it might help hide you a bit more too." Matt is normally so put together out in the real world - at least with the way he presents himself. "Just for now."
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Frank's right, though. Matt has a better chance of blending in if he's wearing something more casual and less tailored or high-end than his usual wardrobe. He already has Karen working on getting him some things, but for now, Frank's will do.
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"Don't tempt me, I'm in no spot to bend you over right now," he says with a grumble, actually sounding annoyed about that fact. It's going to be hard to keep their hands off of one another when they're in constant close quarters like this. Something new.
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"Let me go splash some water on my face before we go anywhere." Then he pauses, because he knows Frank's in pain. "We can go eat breakfast together any time, you know. If you need to rest and not move too much, I can go to the church myself."
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He reaches to pat Matt's butt in encouragement for him to move. "Bathroom's in the hall. I'll get dressed."
Which he does while Matt's getting himself ready too, finding a clean tank top to slip on instead because it's easier, and shrugging a hoodie on top of it. It'll be good enough in the interim, and he needs an easy way to go incognito anyway. New York doesn't really care about looking out for the average asshole in a hoodie on the street.
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"Have any sunglasses?" he asks, as if he hasn't already snooped through everything of Frank's by this point.
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"Yeah, here-" He heads to his lockers where he keeps some of his clothes and finds a pair of old, cheap sunglasses he uses himself a lot of the time. Frank tosses them Matt's way without a second thought. "Not your usual style but you'll make 'em work."
He also grabs a ballcap to slide on before hobbling back over to one of his gun racks to grab a small piece, checking for ammunition before he hides it into the strap he slides on under his hoodie. Frank never leaves without at least one weapon on his body. It would be like Matt leaving without his fists.
"Food first or you wanna see your friend?"
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Matt doesn't say anything about the gun, but he raises his eyebrows in silent commentary to himself as he finds a jacket with a hood. Once he slips it on, the sunglasses are next, then he grabs some of the cash he took out a day ago.
"Ready?"
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