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[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.