❛ i guess danny hasn’t filled you in on everything that’s happened since you were gone. ❜ he can feel the eyes of the bodyguards stationed at the door ------ he doesn’t need them and likes them even less, especially the company of suga, and he instructs them with a wave to shut the door behind them to leave the two of them alone. a long, heavy exhale that luke had no idea he’d been holding in escapes, and he leans against the plush leather of the desk chair when he looks at matt. he hasn’t seen danny, jessica, or colleen in weeks or more ------ misty, he sees often enough but she has a special chip in her shoulder about harlem’s paradise and he doesn’t blame her, but he had to take power and protect harlem before someone worse did. even at the risk of his own soul. he thinks matt would get it.
he crosses over to the other side where matt stands, guiding him with a hand on his shoulder, gentle despite the strength that courses through him
❛ uh, chair’s in front of you, about two or three steps on your six. if you want something to drink ------ i can get you anything. ❜ pause. ❛ i saw that shit about daredevil and fisk in the news. i’m glad to see you. more than you could know. ❜ / @justifight