O LIGHT THAT FOLLOWEST ALL MY WAY, I YIELD MY FLICKERING TORCH TO THEE;

[catholicisms]

characters: matt, & other people
location: many places
date/time: first half of november
content: matt is doing things
warnings: i'm still hot garbage at this... and i'll add if anything comes up



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sᴛᴇᴠᴇ. (a few days before the event.)

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( it's been awhile since Matt ended up at the Invincible.

usually he's pretty habitual. he heads off every two or three days for a meal he doesn't have to fuss at himself. it's not to see he eats that rarely, he does eat sparse meals at his place. mostly uncooked, easy assembly sort of stuff. still, it gets old after awhile, and there are at least a few gracious cooks that are willing to make enough food for all of them to live on most of the time.

the thing is, he'd had most of his meals with Grizz. so the fact that he's more or less had to accept the boy is gone makes it a little harder to face the place they'd spent most of their time together.

he's still a little reluctant, though it had to happen sooner or later. rip the bandaid off, right? he's here earlier than usual, trying for breakfast instead of dinner, as if that would make it easier. the oatmeal is sitting in front of him, mostly untouched. he hears the scuff of sneakers and for a moment, he's fool enough to wonder if he's wrong. but the heartbeat is different. it's a male, young, sneakered feet, but different all the same. he pushes his uneaten breakfast away, giving up on the venture for now. he notices the kid stalling, maybe looking for someone. something? )

There's food in the kitchen. If that's what you're after. ( should he not know that the kid is lingering near the doorway? maybe. but whatever. he's blind, not deaf, that's his story and he's sticking to it. )

[fawcetted]

[ Life, if that's what you can even call this existence, has taken a little bit of adjusting to. Between landing here covered in blood and vomit, finding people from home (one of whom is his ex-girlfriend), and then getting lost in the woods for a couple of weeks, Steve's kind of glad for the routine of hanging out at the Invincible and doing dumb shit like running errands for the Hawkins Household.

Unlike Matt, Steve's never been a fan of the habitual. It meant he was growing up or something; getting old. Lame. And Steve had (once upon a time, anyway) a lot to look forward to, a lot to live for or whatever. He's had a drastic change of heart in the past month but this place never seems to fail to surprise him anyway. Be careful what you wish for, huh?

It takes him a couple of minutes before his memory is jogged, but he remembers a short conversation he'd had over the network with a guy who offered to lend a hand if needed.

He approaches Matt's table, feeling a little bit awkward, and decides to just see what happens. Here's hoping Matt doesn't think he's some kind of weirdo. ]

Hey. Guy in the sunglasses.

[ It could almost sound like a question, maybe? ]

BABES IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

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( it takes a minute for that to click. Matt's expression shifts, momentarily, as he processes. it's good he bothers to, or he'd probably be sassy about it. (thanks for pointing it out, it explains why the room is so dark! oh wait, that's the blindness...) instead, he thinks around why that sound so familiar, and it does herald back to a conversation he'd had quite some time ago.

he'd guessed that he'd been talking to someone on the younger side, but not this young. it's mostly because he's already out of sorts about Grizz, but it's a little bit because Matt Murdock can take on guilt like the Titanic took on water — he feels a little badly he never checked in again until random happenstance brought them to the same room. )

That's me. ( he offers a tired smile. it isn't as easy as usual. ) Apparently I'm not the only one anymore. Steve, right?

NO WORRIES!!! smoochsmooch real life amirite

[fawcetted]

Well, good thing I got the right guy then. Could've been real awkward.

[ Steve's tone is light, like maybe it's an attempt at humour, but there's sincerity in his words too. It really could have been a bit awkward, just calling someone out by a random feature like that.

It means something to him, of course, because it hearkens back to an actual conversation. Probably won't mean much to a rando wearing sunglasses. ]

But yeah, that's me. Good to meet you again, for real this time.

oh my god MOOD. life is the worst

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( could have been really awkward, and worse, Steve would have had to talk to Crowley. as far as Matt is concerned, there's nobody worse in Beacon to have to suffer through. and considering his general tolerance and ability to get along with people, that's really saying something.

it's been awhile since they spoke, limitedly, on network at that. it's not as if they know too much about each other, but still. they've got some catching up to do. )

Come on. Sit down. ( Matt is sitting by himself (of course he is), so there's plenty of room for Steve to join him. ) How have you been?

tRULY

[fawcetted]

[ Little do they both know, Crowley's going to become one of Steve's favourite people in the future. Welp. ]

Cool, thanks. [ Steve settles into the seat across from Matt, half-considering whether he might want something to eat or drink while he's here. Not now, of course, but ... you know, in a bit. ]

I mean, I guess it's the same for everyone here; I've had my good days and some bad ones. Got lost in the woods for like, a week? Woof, that was rough.

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( oh steve... Matt does Not Approve, postdated.

the Incinvible is at least good for a meal, that's usually why Matt drops in. he's incredibly disinterested in cooking, even if he has enough basic skills to manage. it's much easier to stop in and get something already made, even if it's bound to be simple. it's still better than having to make it himself.

it's totally not Steve's fault, that the idea he was lost in the woods for weeks makes Matt's dumb catholic heart ache. his jaw tightens, a momentarily clenched line, and then it's gone. )

Be careful out there. Sometimes people that get lost don't come back.

( it's a pretty grim warning, but an important one. he's speaking from experience on this one. )

[fawcetted]

I heard about that. About people suddenly disappearing off the trails.

[ Personally? Steve's no fan of disappearing without a trace. Worse still, he thinks about what it'll do to Nancy and Eleven who are his only ties here from home. ]

It's not like I meant to get lost, you know? Those woods ... there's something really — really wrong about them.

[ Even without the everlasting darkness, the shadows in those woods felt a whole lot heavier, darker than the usual. ]

You ever been out there?