Nice Day for a Resurrection
@dcviltongued
Nervous was not the word for what John was feeling. His entire reality had been turned upside down and while this wasn’t a new experience for him, it never really seemed to get easier. He was tidying up the flat to pass the time, not that there was much to do. Someone had cleaned up the mess left behind by the Feds, either Karen or the landlord had hired a crew, it wasn’t that important aside from the fact that John was relieved that Matt would be saved the task of literally putting his life back together. John didn’t know what to expect. They’d barely spoken since Matt had resurfaced, not for lack of desire, just that the matter with Fisk had taken precedence. John had understood given he had been helping Daredevil to the same ends, with considerably more brutal results. He had so many questions, though, the biggest, most obvious one being how he’d survived. John hadn’t forgotten the promise made all those months ago that Matt would explain everything, either. In the end — He was really just happy to have him back even if it felt currently smothered by the sense of surrealism that the man he had been so certain gone from this world was anything but. Scrape of keys in the lock made John freeze. The feeling of not knowing what to expect left him uncertain what to do, how to greet him, and slightly paralyzed with it. The stillness in him didn’t last when the door opened, shut, and Matt was in the flat’s narrow foyer. John met him there, barely breathing, pulled him into a hug, and just held him, familiarizing himself with the sensation of having him there, right where he bloody well belonged. Maybe he’d intended to greet him with a kiss and cocky smile in every dream or fantasy he’d had about him coming back, but his voice faltered and all he could do was breathe. “I missed ye, darlin’. “
