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[cigarbribery]

Matt's a nerd. Summa cum laude from Columbia, the little shit.

[Says the man who graduated cum laude from the same university, but Foggy very conveniently leaves that out. But he looks at Odin like he really does not want to have to deal with questions of—of what he wants, who he wants. President of the Sad Bastards Club he might be, but at the moment Foggy really does not want to talk about himself, would rather deflect questions about his slightly more than platonic feelings towards Matt and Karen, talk about stupid embarrassing stories instead of Emotions.

Sure, people can love more than one person. He's seen that himself. But he sighs, and shakes his head.]

It doesn't work that way for everyone. Sometimes it does, and everyone gets to be happy. But most of the time, it just—

[He sighs, and fills up his glass again.]

It's complicated and messy, Odin. Sometimes when you love someone, they're it for you, either at the time or for the rest of your life. Other times you've got room to love someone else, too. The problem is, you never really know for sure.

[A small, almost shy smile, before he says:] He's—nice. We met on a blind date [hah!] and we hit it right off.

[shadowglitter]

Really? Oh, man. I take it back. He's way cooler than you.

[ He grins, even though he has no fucking idea what Columbia or summa cum laude actually mean, but. From context he can tell these are Smart Earth Person things and that's good enough for him. He falls quiet, though. He doesn't pick up on Foggy not wanting to talk about his emotional shit in any more depth than he already has, but he's successfully placated by his answer, enough to let the conversation drift. He briefly considers calling it a night, because the direct and explicit reminder that love is stupid and confusing and he'll never fully grasp it is kind of a little too much for him to bear right now, but that fucking adorable shy little smile brings Odin back in.

He considers what he wants to say before he says it. ]

Me and Poe, um... we met while I was being kind of an asshole? I was trying to show off how cool I was by filming myself doing these stupid skateboard tricks. I kept talking about how badass I was and how talented I was and he just, like, laughed and went along with it all. [ Odin laughs. ] And afterwards, we started hanging out a lot, 'cause I found out he's my next door neighbour? And I kept trying really hard to act stupid whenever I was around him, 'cause I was really starting to like him and I thought all the Odin Pretends To Be Way Stupider Than He Actually Is bullshit was the only reason why he kept letting me be with him. Because, like - he's so great. You know? I still don't understand why someone as intelligent and funny and charismatic and creative and interesting and brave and strong as Poe would even, like. Look at me. Let alone want to spend time with me.

But then it turned out he just liked being with me? It was weird. He's weird. [ He hesitates. ] Man, before I confessed to him, I kept thinking, "fuck, I could marry this man one day". I have the ring I would have given him and everything? Ugh. I'm glad I never told him that.

[ Odin shrugs. He should probably stop talking about Poe so much, he thinks. It's not going to go anywhere and he's pretty sure as kind as Foggy is for inviting him out like this, he probably doesn't actually give a shit about all the sad and gory details. He looks away for a second, and then-- he grins, suddenly, toothy and sharp. ]

Hey. Hey. Hey. You gonna marry Piper, do you think?

[cigarbribery]

Cool is subjective, he's still a total nerd. I keep trying to get him to come out to places like this with me, have been since college, but my success rate has sharply dropped since we started our practice.

[At the time he hadn't known why. He'd just thought that, hey, maybe Matt was picking up girls all by himself or something. He knows better now, however, and it sits heavy in his stomach, that knowledge. All that time he was on that bender with Karen, and Matt was out late, doing God only knows what, fighting in the backalleys of Hell's Kitchen, putting himself at risk. Something horrible could've happened that night, and all those other nights out Foggy had. And he would never have known.

He takes a sip of his drink. Listens to Odin's story, instead.]

Do you—Do you really think the "Odin Dark Pretends to Be A Total Dumbass" shit is the entire reason why anyone would hang out with you? Because if so, you're doing yourself a disservice. You're—

[Argh, okay, wait.]

—daring. Who wouldn't want to hang out with that? [Daring is the nicest way Foggy has of putting it, because it's that or "a goddamn fuck-up", and that's not something you say to a guy who's just had his heartbreak broadcast on live TV.]

And—no? We've only just been on a few dates, it's too early to say if we're getting married.

[shadowglitter]

[ Odin - very, very slowly rises an eyebrow, staring Foggy down. ]

That's what you're going with? "Daring"? There were so many other adjectives you could have gone with, if you wanted to compliment me. Charismatic. Funny. Irresistably physically attractive. [ he pulls up his hoodie, slapping his abs as hard as he can. ] Ch--

[ wheeze. Slapping his abs was a bad idea, one that left him winded. He grips the table with both hands, coughing a little. He takes a minute to calm down, and then he lifts up his hoodie again like that never happened and slaps his chest, instead. Slightly lighter, this time. ]

Check out these pecs!

[ so smooth. he casually leaves his hoodie hooked up over his shoulder while they talk, just letting his bare torso hang out in this place where people serve food like it's no big deal. ]

... But, yeah. I do. I'm not-- [ He hesitates, here, wondering if he's about to cross a bridge with Foggy he can't really come back from. He decides he doesn't have much of a choice, at this point. ] I'm not-- a good person. In a lot of ways. I come from a family of these-- amazing, brilliant, heroic royals, and I've completely dirtied the blood in my veins by being such a genuine disappointment in every aspect of my life. I've killed... more people than I can count. I don't even know the number, anymore. Indirectly. Directly. Stained my hands with blood. People don't... I don't have anything to offer. As a friend. As more than a friend. All I have is an ability to be funny, sometimes. So. I try to be funny. I guess.

[ ugh, he wants another drink. ]

You should marry your boyfriend.