An AU where Nick Miller went to law school at Columbia~
Foggy’s still a little drunk when he wakes up with somebody curled around him, pressed up against his back. He goes through the list of probably suspects before he even opens his eyes: probably Marci, maybe Matt, one of the three people at that party that he might have heavily flirted with. Everything’s kind of fuzzy.
When he opens his eyes and turns around, he vaguely recognizes the guy who sits in the back of a couple of his classes looking confused and scared. Nick something. He reaches up to touch Foggy’s hair.
“You a dude?” he asks, in a hoarse whisper. “Your hair is soft and I can’t open my eyes.”
“I am,” Foggy says. “I am a dude.”
Nick nods.
“I guess I have to face some new facts about myself,” he says.
“Probably not,” Foggy says. “Based on the fact that we’re both still wearing pants, I think we probably just bro-cuddled the night away.”
“Oh, good,” Nick says–well, slurs, really, around a big yawn, “No offense. I’m sure you’re a very handsome man and, also, you’re very warm. If I wasn’t so into ladies, I’m sure we could work something out.”
Across the room, from a rumpled nest of blankets, Matt snorts out a laugh.
“Thanks, man,” Foggy says. “You want to go back to sleep?”
“I’d like that,” Nick says, then immediately falls on top of Foggy to fall asleep with his face shoved up against his neck.
Foggy considers trying to move him before he just kind of awkwardly shrugs and wraps his arms around him, squirming around until he’s comfortable.
“You’re a beautiful couple,” Matt says.
“Tell this story at our wedding, Murdock,” Foggy replies.
oh my god, they were roommates 