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"Would you wait for me? After?"
Matt blinks. His head is heavy on Foggy's lap, resting there like it has always belonged. It's created an excruciatingly numb little patch of heat on his right thigh. From where his hands are resting on Matt's neck, Foggy can feel Matt's pulse lazy against his thumb, gentle, like the finger-plucking of an acoustic guitar. Foggy would rather die than move an inch.
"After?"
"After we die."
Foggy can't understand why it is so desperately important for him to know. Right now. To be promised the impossible in a future he doesn't even believe in.
Matt raises his head to face Foggy, his hands suddenly busy checking every inch of him like he somehow missed a fatal wound, "Foggy?!"
"No, Matt, I'm fine." Foggy places Matt's hands on his hips, "will you?"
It takes a second for Matt to answer. His face changes like the weather on a spring day, stormy to cloudy, sun rays peaking in between.
"I thought you didn't believe in heaven and hell and all that."
"I could be wrong."
Matt does something broken that he tries to shrug off, "I don't think I'll be going to heaven..."
"Then I'll join you in hell," Foggy says fiercely, gripping Matt's wrist like it could save him from the hoard of demons dragging him to hell.
"You would?"
"Heck yeah. I'll get my mum to send me the best cuts of meats to roast in the flames and you can take it in turns with that devil of yours to rule the underworld."
Matt lies back down. He chews on a smile, "And what will you do on those days?"
His head tilts to do the cutest little nudge towards Foggy's fingers, begging, a little like a puppy, for a stroke of his hair. Foggy is only too happy to oblige.
"I guess I could set up a small practice for those souls that are planning to travel up. Give them a good defense and all that," he tells him running Matt's locks back and forth in the gap between his fingers.
"An underworld Nelson & Murdock?"
"I told you this would be much more than a civil union," he places a small peck on Matt's forehead. He just can't help it. Being allowed to touch, after all this time...
"So will you?"
Foggy waits. He bites his bottom lip, hard, not to blurt out the rest of the truth.
(What if I love you too much and one life just won't be enough?)
"You want me to cross my heart?"
"Don't make fun of me."
"I swear."
Foggy watches Matt's index draws a cross on his chest. The small smile that Matt cracks is worth any degree of eternal damnation.
Yeah. Heaven can wait.