Foggy is intimately familiar with how very un-partylike jail and prison happens to be. He spends a lot of time keeping people out of those spaces because even a guilty individuals will struggle in general population, and with the way the justice system has become an increasing mockery of the institution, it's hard enough to keep they money from corrupting it all in the favor of overcrowding and over-prosecution.
"He's not far," Foggy says, reaching to squeeze her hand where he's held onto him. He doesn't feel particularly worried — Matt's a survivor — but he knows the majority of the world sees him as a blind guy we probably needs more help than he lets on. (Of course, it's not untrue, but it's got nothing to do with Matt's blindness and everything to do with Matt having entirely too many aspirations for so few hands and so little capital.
"You okay with the subway? Three stops will get us close enough," he adds, figuring that gives her a good enough idea of how off course they'll end up.
“Sure,” she replies. Her mother would probably balk at the idea of her on the subway at night, but she’s with Foggy. He’s no Sugar Ray, but Midge thinks he could hold his own if someone tried to attack them. He’d probably try to talk them out of it and would probably succeed.
The two of them reach the entrance to the subway and hurry down the stairs. The trains are deserted at this time of night. Fortunately, they only have to wait a few minutes until they get on.
“Well, Mr. Nelson,” Midge says as they sit down. “You sure know how to show a girl an interesting time.”
Pressed close, knee-to-knee, Foggy is leaned over his legs to stare down at the floor of the car. He spends a lot of time doing this back and forth business for the firm and he's gotten into the habit of just turning off to the world when he's in that space. The unwritten no one wants to be here, so keep to yourself vibe.
Midge drags him back, though, with her comment making him sit against the seat again and offer her a thin smile. He feels the tug of guilt as he looks at her. This isn't anyone's idea of a good time and he thinks that's obvious by her choice of the word interesting here. Not good, or great, or even fun. Interesting. Of interest. Something to note.
"Yeah, this is a sad excuse for a date, I know. I hope you'll let me make it up to you, Midge," Foggy says, genuinely. "This is—" He gestures at everything and nothing, a vague note for her to understand he means what's going on. "This is my life, for better or worse. It's a pretty regular occurrence that I'm forced to drop personal priorities for work, but I don't want you to think you're not important, or that I don't regret having to disappoint you."
Tentatively, he reaches for her hand, hoping to take it into his own. "And no point pretending it's not disappointing. Not everyone likes their date to turn into a side-quest. It's not my preference," Foggy admits. But he does it because it's Matt and Matt needs the support for all that he does.
Interesting doesn’t necessarily mean bad. She was having fun until Foggy got the call at the diner. Right now, she’s not not having fun, but is bailing your friend out of jail really fun?
“I don’t mind a little adventure,” Midge tells him, allowing him to take her hand in his. “But I’m also very happy to let you make this up to me.” That’s her indirect way of saying that she’d like to see him again.
If this is his life, it’s a hectic one. Her own life is rather busy between her kids and her career. Midge hopes that the two of them will have time for each other. Such a relationship seems like it would be worth it.
This is, admittedly, the unfortunate pace of a New York lawyer (who could have and probably should have been a butcher). Thankfully, Midge gets the picture and Foggy finds himself relieved and a little bit taken by the offering. Foggy certainly doesn't help in making his life easier — he could do that with a few more high profile cases (or one fewer Catholic partners) — but he's always felt better having his feet fully on the ground; a high corner office doesn't usually allow for that.
Thankfully, Foggy has a brand of local magic that stems from his good relationships around town. He doesn't take more than a few minutes to spring Matt who gets released into Foggy's care. Little worse for wear, but lacking his cane and sporting a few cuts and scrapes, he's given a firm but quiet lecture amidst his apologies and then Foggy puts him in a cab and sends him on his way.
It feels late and as he watches the taillights on the cab retreating, he turns his attention back to Midge and splays his hands.
"Not too bad, but that guy needs to get himself a few more friends with bail money," he jokes quietly, all the while looking twice as apologetic as he had earlier. "I'd call him a menace if he hadn't made this possible," Foggy adds, gesturing between the two of them before carefully and slowly stepping into her personal space. Despite the disappointments, he can't deny getting to spend any time with Midge's vibrancy is a boon. It creates a soft smile and he reaches out to sneak a grip around her hand, urging her even closer.
"You're really going to let me see you again, huh?" Because after all this, he is a bit surprised she's not at least a little put off. "I will make it up to you. No interruptions next time. Promise."
If anything, tonight served as a confirmation that she made the right choice in picking Foggy over Matt. Matt’s a very good-looking man, but his life seems like a mess. What kind of a blind man picks a fight? Foggy, by comparison, looked extremely confident as he talked up the police officers and got Matt released. He made it seem so easy, and frankly, that was very attractive.
“I know who I’m calling the next time I get arrested.” She’s joking… maybe. If she does ever call Foggy to bail her out, she’ll at least pay him back.
When he moves closer to her, she can feel her heartbeat start to pick up. “Of course,” Midge replies. “Tonight was an adventure, wasn’t it? But I’m going to hold you to that promise.”
He’s close enough for her to lean in and press her lips gently to his. It’s a bold move, but she doesn’t think he’ll mind.
Not unlike Midge, Foggy can sense the way anticipation is building within his limbs. They feel heavy, unwilling to move any direction other than nearer to this beautifully patient woman. Skin warmed by their proximity, he finds himself holding his breath a second before their lips meet.
Pressed together, lips meeting sweetly, Foggy can't help but drown in the blooming flutters tickling his insides. His mouth matches hers in enthusiasm, borrowing light pressure and searching for that perfect angle. His arms link around her and squeezes gently, lifting her and pulling her more readily against him. And when he breaks free, he's appropriately breathless, laughing and holding her still, but near-timid about how little he wants to let go.
"You made the night feel adventurous. If I would have been alone, it would have just been depressing," he says, softly. "I'm excited to see where we'll go next."
It’s a good kiss, one that sends shivers down her spine while simultaneously making her feel flushed. When he wraps his arms around her, her hands instinctively go to his chest, toying with the lapels of his jacket as they kiss. She’s reluctant to pull away except for anything other than breathing, and stays close even after they part.
“Glad I could make bailing your friend out of jail fun,” she says with a smile. “Hopefully I can have you all to myself next time though.”
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"He's not far," Foggy says, reaching to squeeze her hand where he's held onto him. He doesn't feel particularly worried — Matt's a survivor — but he knows the majority of the world sees him as a blind guy we probably needs more help than he lets on. (Of course, it's not untrue, but it's got nothing to do with Matt's blindness and everything to do with Matt having entirely too many aspirations for so few hands and so little capital.
"You okay with the subway? Three stops will get us close enough," he adds, figuring that gives her a good enough idea of how off course they'll end up.
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The two of them reach the entrance to the subway and hurry down the stairs. The trains are deserted at this time of night. Fortunately, they only have to wait a few minutes until they get on.
“Well, Mr. Nelson,” Midge says as they sit down. “You sure know how to show a girl an interesting time.”
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Midge drags him back, though, with her comment making him sit against the seat again and offer her a thin smile. He feels the tug of guilt as he looks at her. This isn't anyone's idea of a good time and he thinks that's obvious by her choice of the word interesting here. Not good, or great, or even fun. Interesting. Of interest. Something to note.
"Yeah, this is a sad excuse for a date, I know. I hope you'll let me make it up to you, Midge," Foggy says, genuinely. "This is—" He gestures at everything and nothing, a vague note for her to understand he means what's going on. "This is my life, for better or worse. It's a pretty regular occurrence that I'm forced to drop personal priorities for work, but I don't want you to think you're not important, or that I don't regret having to disappoint you."
Tentatively, he reaches for her hand, hoping to take it into his own. "And no point pretending it's not disappointing. Not everyone likes their date to turn into a side-quest. It's not my preference," Foggy admits. But he does it because it's Matt and Matt needs the support for all that he does.
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“I don’t mind a little adventure,” Midge tells him, allowing him to take her hand in his. “But I’m also very happy to let you make this up to me.” That’s her indirect way of saying that she’d like to see him again.
If this is his life, it’s a hectic one. Her own life is rather busy between her kids and her career. Midge hopes that the two of them will have time for each other. Such a relationship seems like it would be worth it.
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Thankfully, Foggy has a brand of local magic that stems from his good relationships around town. He doesn't take more than a few minutes to spring Matt who gets released into Foggy's care. Little worse for wear, but lacking his cane and sporting a few cuts and scrapes, he's given a firm but quiet lecture amidst his apologies and then Foggy puts him in a cab and sends him on his way.
It feels late and as he watches the taillights on the cab retreating, he turns his attention back to Midge and splays his hands.
"Not too bad, but that guy needs to get himself a few more friends with bail money," he jokes quietly, all the while looking twice as apologetic as he had earlier. "I'd call him a menace if he hadn't made this possible," Foggy adds, gesturing between the two of them before carefully and slowly stepping into her personal space. Despite the disappointments, he can't deny getting to spend any time with Midge's vibrancy is a boon. It creates a soft smile and he reaches out to sneak a grip around her hand, urging her even closer.
"You're really going to let me see you again, huh?" Because after all this, he is a bit surprised she's not at least a little put off. "I will make it up to you. No interruptions next time. Promise."
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“I know who I’m calling the next time I get arrested.” She’s joking… maybe. If she does ever call Foggy to bail her out, she’ll at least pay him back.
When he moves closer to her, she can feel her heartbeat start to pick up. “Of course,” Midge replies. “Tonight was an adventure, wasn’t it? But I’m going to hold you to that promise.”
He’s close enough for her to lean in and press her lips gently to his. It’s a bold move, but she doesn’t think he’ll mind.
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Pressed together, lips meeting sweetly, Foggy can't help but drown in the blooming flutters tickling his insides. His mouth matches hers in enthusiasm, borrowing light pressure and searching for that perfect angle. His arms link around her and squeezes gently, lifting her and pulling her more readily against him. And when he breaks free, he's appropriately breathless, laughing and holding her still, but near-timid about how little he wants to let go.
"You made the night feel adventurous. If I would have been alone, it would have just been depressing," he says, softly. "I'm excited to see where we'll go next."
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“Glad I could make bailing your friend out of jail fun,” she says with a smile. “Hopefully I can have you all to myself next time though.”