[ Matt has grown accustomed to the presence of fleeting romances; Elektra was never someone that ever knew the mere concept of keeping still and his happiness with Karen was as transient as any soothing dream he's had the fortune of falling into.
With Jessica, little is different. His heart swells with her warm in his arms until the heat of his palms conflict with the new emptiness beneath their touch.
He remains in place for moments after she moves away, fingers simply brushing down over his thighs as he listens to the change in the air when she lefts herself from the bed. He licks at his lip, the taste of her mouth still lingering, biting at the skin before he turns his head to face her, his eyes focusing on nothing at all.
His voice is quiet, almost tired. ]
Everything I said, Jessica — I meant it. [ I'm here. I've got you. For as long as you need me. I'm not going anywhere. ] I'm not the most ... honest person. I've had to lie and pretend, all in order to keep my secret. I've — I've let down people that trusted me to be there. [ He could still taste the salt that lingered around at the corner of Foggy's eyes when he'd been betrayed, the ferocious anger in Karen's voice when she'd been done with it all. ] I'm not always this, this savior I insist I could be. [ He sometimes wondered if Elektra's blood still stained his hands; he'd never be able to tell otherwise. ] I know you don't want to let yourself trust me, and you have every right to believe that.
[ He swallows, catching his breath. ]
But every word I've said to you has been the truth. Every single one. [ He huffs a breath, shaking his head. ] Feel my heart if you want to. But, Jessica, I'm — I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here. And I know it's not what you want to hear. I know that, but — [ Another breath, deep. ] You don't always to run.
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With Jessica, little is different. His heart swells with her warm in his arms until the heat of his palms conflict with the new emptiness beneath their touch.
He remains in place for moments after she moves away, fingers simply brushing down over his thighs as he listens to the change in the air when she lefts herself from the bed. He licks at his lip, the taste of her mouth still lingering, biting at the skin before he turns his head to face her, his eyes focusing on nothing at all.
His voice is quiet, almost tired. ]
Everything I said, Jessica — I meant it. [ I'm here. I've got you. For as long as you need me. I'm not going anywhere. ] I'm not the most ... honest person. I've had to lie and pretend, all in order to keep my secret. I've — I've let down people that trusted me to be there. [ He could still taste the salt that lingered around at the corner of Foggy's eyes when he'd been betrayed, the ferocious anger in Karen's voice when she'd been done with it all. ] I'm not always this, this savior I insist I could be. [ He sometimes wondered if Elektra's blood still stained his hands; he'd never be able to tell otherwise. ] I know you don't want to let yourself trust me, and you have every right to believe that.
[ He swallows, catching his breath. ]
But every word I've said to you has been the truth. Every single one. [ He huffs a breath, shaking his head. ] Feel my heart if you want to. But, Jessica, I'm — I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here. And I know it's not what you want to hear. I know that, but — [ Another breath, deep. ] You don't always to run.