[ Matt's voice is thick, and he's not ashamed of the tears, never has been one of those people who acted like emotions were some kind of flaw. Logan never gave him a hard time about it when he was a kid, either, so there's no fear of judgment now.
He keeps hold of the man's wrist, needing the physical connection, to feel the warmth and the steady pulse under his fingers. All he's ever wanted, in his whole life, is to hear the words being spoken to him now. To have someone understand why he had to do all of the things Daredevil has done. Why it's so important to him. ]
I tried to give it up, but I couldn't do it. I just couldn't pretend not to hear all the cries for help. Couldn't let people keep tearing apart my city. And maybe it's egotistical to think I can make a difference, but I think I do, Jimmy. I really think I do.
You're a superhero, Matty. Making a difference is part of the job.
[ He knows the term is juvenile, typically saved for people like the Avengers, like Captain America. The world doesn't hand the title to vigilantes like Daredevil. They sure as hell won't hand it to scum muties like the X-Men.
But it doesn't change the fact that there are people who know that Daredevil exist, and even if society might not love him as a whole, there are real people who do. The people who think their streets are safer. The people who feel comforted thinking that Daredevil's there to watch over them, in case something really terrible happens.
He looks at Matt and his cuts and his bruises, and he knows he's mortal by definition. But. ]
When you put the suit on, you put a spirit out. Showed people what it's like to love your city so much you'd fight to keep it stronger. [ He puts the bowl aside just so he can take Matt's hand in both of his. ] One day you won't be able to protect Hell's Kitchen. You can't stop that.
But people'll remember you, what you stood for. Maybe even follow you.
When you think about it that way, [ he smiles, squeezing Matt's hand ] how can you not make a difference?
Place is safer now because you're in it, and I've never seen you back down from a fight.
I'm not a superhero. Or anyone who should be an example to others.
[ He's not a hero of any kind. He's done plenty of things he's not proud of, things that would put him behind bars, things put his soul at risk. And maybe most damning of all, he can't find it in himself to regret them. Not even when his actions hurt the people he cares about.
But what Logan says goes straight to his heart and settles there, warm and uplifting, and his smile might be tremulous but it's also genuine. ]
I'll be honest, I thought it was my time. I thought...one of these days I'm not gonna be able to get back up, and maybe I can choose when that happens, why it happens. Guess I was wrong, but I'm glad. [ He threads his fingers with Logan's, holding tight. ] 'Cause look what I would have missed.
An old man feeding you soup? [ But even that attempt at teasing humour comes out soft, and Logan dips his head to consider their joined hands-- how big Matt's has become, how his knuckles are thicker undoubtedly from how much they've been split open.
He's lost so much fucking time. ]
Nobody thinks they're a hero to other people. [ The statement comes out soft, almost nonchalant despite the importance of it, the inherently heavy weight. ] But you seem pretty damn close to it to me.
I'm glad I'm here to see it, Matty.
[ He wants to keep holding his hand. He wants to keep feeling this warmth, this pressure-- when did Matt get so strong?
But the soup's getting cold. ]
C'mon, I bet you're starving. [ Though a touch reluctantly, Logan's grip relents, slipping away to take the spoon up. ] Eat.
I'll take it any day. [ Better than an old man hitting him with sticks, he thinks. Although Matt would never put Logan into the same category as Stick, not a million years. There's always been this sort of innocent attachment he's felt, but so different from when he tried to push his old mentor into a fathering role. Logan progressed out of that slot years ago.
His tears are drying, but now his cheeks are burning from the compliments, even he's needed desperately to hear them. ]
You're the best nurse I've ever had. [ Obediently, he settles back down and lets Logan spoon soup into his mouth. Matt's too easily tired to eat the whole bowl, but the man isn't wrong, he feels like he hasn't eaten in weeks. ]
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[ Matt's voice is thick, and he's not ashamed of the tears, never has been one of those people who acted like emotions were some kind of flaw. Logan never gave him a hard time about it when he was a kid, either, so there's no fear of judgment now.
He keeps hold of the man's wrist, needing the physical connection, to feel the warmth and the steady pulse under his fingers. All he's ever wanted, in his whole life, is to hear the words being spoken to him now. To have someone understand why he had to do all of the things Daredevil has done. Why it's so important to him. ]
I tried to give it up, but I couldn't do it. I just couldn't pretend not to hear all the cries for help. Couldn't let people keep tearing apart my city. And maybe it's egotistical to think I can make a difference, but I think I do, Jimmy. I really think I do.
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[ He knows the term is juvenile, typically saved for people like the Avengers, like Captain America. The world doesn't hand the title to vigilantes like Daredevil. They sure as hell won't hand it to scum muties like the X-Men.
But it doesn't change the fact that there are people who know that Daredevil exist, and even if society might not love him as a whole, there are real people who do. The people who think their streets are safer. The people who feel comforted thinking that Daredevil's there to watch over them, in case something really terrible happens.
He looks at Matt and his cuts and his bruises, and he knows he's mortal by definition. But. ]
When you put the suit on, you put a spirit out. Showed people what it's like to love your city so much you'd fight to keep it stronger. [ He puts the bowl aside just so he can take Matt's hand in both of his. ] One day you won't be able to protect Hell's Kitchen. You can't stop that.
But people'll remember you, what you stood for. Maybe even follow you.
When you think about it that way, [ he smiles, squeezing Matt's hand ] how can you not make a difference?
Place is safer now because you're in it, and I've never seen you back down from a fight.
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[ He's not a hero of any kind. He's done plenty of things he's not proud of, things that would put him behind bars, things put his soul at risk. And maybe most damning of all, he can't find it in himself to regret them. Not even when his actions hurt the people he cares about.
But what Logan says goes straight to his heart and settles there, warm and uplifting, and his smile might be tremulous but it's also genuine. ]
I'll be honest, I thought it was my time. I thought...one of these days I'm not gonna be able to get back up, and maybe I can choose when that happens, why it happens. Guess I was wrong, but I'm glad. [ He threads his fingers with Logan's, holding tight. ] 'Cause look what I would have missed.
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He's lost so much fucking time. ]
Nobody thinks they're a hero to other people. [ The statement comes out soft, almost nonchalant despite the importance of it, the inherently heavy weight. ] But you seem pretty damn close to it to me.
I'm glad I'm here to see it, Matty.
[ He wants to keep holding his hand. He wants to keep feeling this warmth, this pressure-- when did Matt get so strong?
But the soup's getting cold. ]
C'mon, I bet you're starving. [ Though a touch reluctantly, Logan's grip relents, slipping away to take the spoon up. ] Eat.
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His tears are drying, but now his cheeks are burning from the compliments, even he's needed desperately to hear them. ]
You're the best nurse I've ever had. [ Obediently, he settles back down and lets Logan spoon soup into his mouth. Matt's too easily tired to eat the whole bowl, but the man isn't wrong, he feels like he hasn't eaten in weeks. ]
maybe we can end this scene here, do another?
[ But he feeds Matt the rest of his soup until he can't eat any more, and rounds it off with some needed gulps of water. ]