"The worst thing about helping Matt with his boxing injuries was learning how to stitch up skin."
Marci continued to slowly swirl the wine in her glass. "Because it gave you ideas."
"Not ideas. The ideas were already there. It's not like it's anything new." Foggy continued his slow massage of Marci's foot, thumbs working the arches of her toes. "But it made me realise that I could do it and not risk needing medical intervention."
"I really don't like that you had that thought," she told him.
"I know." He met her gaze.
"I'm really glad that you can talk about it with me, though."
Her words were enough for Foggy to turn his attention back to her foot.
"I know you haven't shared it with anyone else."
"No. I haven't." He didn't look up this time, but he could almost feel the emotions that his statement evoked.
Marci sipped at her wine.
Foggy moved onto the next toe, stretching it out carefully. "Not even him. It's not like he ever had a reason to find the scars."
"I did wonder. I know, I know, I've known for a while, but you can't blame a girl for wondering. Sharing you with Matt always felt like being the Other Woman."
"Do you think you would've given us another go if he had-" He cut off the words.
"You know I don't do hypotheticals, Foggy-Bear. I don't know what I would've done." She pulled her foot back, shifting her weight and crawling up to him, scented water splashing around them. "I know what I'm going to do now though..."
"Oh." Foggy wrapped his arms around Marci with a grin. "Well, I await your proposal with baited breath, Counsellor Stahl."
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CW: Discussion fo previous self harm
Date: 2019-01-13 10:13 am (UTC)Marci continued to slowly swirl the wine in her glass. "Because it gave you ideas."
"Not ideas. The ideas were already there. It's not like it's anything new." Foggy continued his slow massage of Marci's foot, thumbs working the arches of her toes. "But it made me realise that I could do it and not risk needing medical intervention."
"I really don't like that you had that thought," she told him.
"I know." He met her gaze.
"I'm really glad that you can talk about it with me, though."
Her words were enough for Foggy to turn his attention back to her foot.
"I know you haven't shared it with anyone else."
"No. I haven't." He didn't look up this time, but he could almost feel the emotions that his statement evoked.
Marci sipped at her wine.
Foggy moved onto the next toe, stretching it out carefully. "Not even him. It's not like he ever had a reason to find the scars."
"I did wonder. I know, I know, I've known for a while, but you can't blame a girl for wondering. Sharing you with Matt always felt like being the Other Woman."
"Do you think you would've given us another go if he had-" He cut off the words.
"You know I don't do hypotheticals, Foggy-Bear. I don't know what I would've done." She pulled her foot back, shifting her weight and crawling up to him, scented water splashing around them. "I know what I'm going to do now though..."
"Oh." Foggy wrapped his arms around Marci with a grin. "Well, I await your proposal with baited breath, Counsellor Stahl."