( she's got him there. he can't really identify her as anything other than a little gruff, and scented with whiskey. that could be half of Hell's Kitchen, honestly. his wonder nose isn't quite talented enough to instantly recognize someone, and thank god for that, but even if it could there'd be no way to use it against her without giving too much away.
does he live alone? yes, he does, a handful of blocks south of here at that, but it isn't a lie when he nods. )
Just me. ( there's a tilt of a question at the end of that sentence, like he wants to know why she's asking without asking properly. )
If you have family in the city, I'd stay with them for a while until this gets cleaned up.
[ she hands the phone back to him with her number saved. there's a bit of awkward fumbling when she closes his hand around it — too much help. she's not used to dealing with the blind. it gives a little bit more info, at least. leather jacket. fingerless wool gloves.
and she pulls her hands back quickly. this caring thing makes her jittery. ]
( yes, it is a bit more help than he needs. his nerve endings still work just fine, shockingly, considering the damage he takes on with little thought. it's a rarity that he's not wearing some evidence of that when she takes his hand — bruised knuckles would look awfully out of place on a blind man.
when she's closer he picks up on a few more details, and certainly things she might have preferred to hide. the smell of alcohol on her breath, maybe even still on her somewhere. the flutter of a heartbeat that is clearly quite nervous. for being near him? for what she thinks happened? something else?
she pulls her hand back suddenly, and without a better reason to try and convince her to talk more, Matt nods. ) If you think that's best, ( he reasons slowly, though her attempts to protect him aren't going to go anywhere. in fact they only make him more resolved to run into danger. ) I'll let you know if I hear anything else.
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does he live alone? yes, he does, a handful of blocks south of here at that, but it isn't a lie when he nods. )
Just me. ( there's a tilt of a question at the end of that sentence, like he wants to know why she's asking without asking properly. )
no subject
[ she hands the phone back to him with her number saved. there's a bit of awkward fumbling when she closes his hand around it — too much help. she's not used to dealing with the blind. it gives a little bit more info, at least. leather jacket. fingerless wool gloves.
and she pulls her hands back quickly. this caring thing makes her jittery. ]
I gotta go.
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when she's closer he picks up on a few more details, and certainly things she might have preferred to hide. the smell of alcohol on her breath, maybe even still on her somewhere. the flutter of a heartbeat that is clearly quite nervous. for being near him? for what she thinks happened? something else?
she pulls her hand back suddenly, and without a better reason to try and convince her to talk more, Matt nods. ) If you think that's best, ( he reasons slowly, though her attempts to protect him aren't going to go anywhere. in fact they only make him more resolved to run into danger. ) I'll let you know if I hear anything else.