“You know,” Frank says, quiet and amused, “you’ve got
a pretty good right hook for somebody who’s wearing bunny ears right now.”
Foggy feels another part of his soul die, and he
reaches up slowly to take the ears off. Marci had forced them on him when Foggy
didn’t show up in a costume, refusing to admit that she had it for weird sex
reasons even though Foggy’s pretty sure
that she has them for weird sex reasons.
“Yeah,” Foggy says, smiling tightly. “Sorry about
that.”
“Not the first time I’ve been punched in the face,” Frank
says. “Not at this job, but—you’re definitely not my first.”
“Well, you’re mine,” Foggy says, then makes a face. “Uhm,
the first person I’ve ever punched in the face. Not—I’ve had sex. More than
once.”
Frank nods, looking like he’s trying not to smile. It’s
a good look on him, even with the mix of real and fake blood on his face. Foggy’s
going to jump off a cliff before he has the opportunity to speak again, it’s
his only option here.
“Good for you,” Frank says.
Foggy nods.
“Did I tell you I’m sorry?” he asks, weakly.
“About six times, blondie,” Frank says. “I’m not
mad.”
“I’m just jumpy,” Foggy continues, “and didn’t even
want to be here and then you were all—large and threatening and my body
reverted to fight instead of flight which, trust me, is my normal state.”
“Well, you were protecting your girlfriend,” Frank says,
stretching out his long legs in front of him and groaning a little, not looking
at Foggy at all.
“Oh, Marci’s not—she was my girlfriend, kind of, for a
few months, but we didn’t really do the love thing very well. We’re better as
weird sex friends,” Foggy says, then winces, sinking down in his seat and tilting his head back to look at the ceiling as his voice goes faint, “Why do I keep talking about sex.”
Frank actually laughs this time, a soft rough laugh that makes Foggy feel a little faint. When he sits up, Frank’s looking at him again.
“You can buy me a drink,” Frank says. “To make up for it.”
Oh my god, Foggy thinks.
“Oh my god,” Foggy says, then, “Yes, yeah, drinks. I’ll do that.”
Frank’s nose starts to bleed again, and he goes to the bathroom to deal with it. Foggy stares after, eyes wide.
“Oh my god,” he says, again.
oh my god, they were roommates 