14355/Rainy Nights and Memories

Rainy Nights and Memories
Date of Scene:	08 March 2023
Location:	6C - Matt Murdock
Synopsis:	Daisy and Matt reminisce about their time at the orphanage.
Cast of Characters:	Matthew Murdock, Daisy Johnson

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Matthew Murdock has posed:
It's a rainy evening. The thick drops are pelting against the window in a steady fall. Drumming away, doing their best to drown out the other city night time city sounds.

The lights in the apartment are off when Daisy gets home. Though that cursed neon sign across the alley, the one that is the only reason Matt could afford to buy the apartment, it sheds enough light even with the blinds down that the room isn't completely dark.

Matt sits on the couch, as he has all night. Just thinking about the past. Thinking about his time in the orphanage. Thinking about Skye. The girl that he realized he had an attraction to before he'd left to go to college, but had never acted on it given their difference in ages. A difference that seems to negligible now, at their current ages.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
It's been one of those days that dragged on to a point that it's dark when Daisy is arriving home. The 'perks' of working at SHIELD, early get ups, going to sleep late.

And she wouldn't change it one bit. Well, perhaps except all the bureaucracy and the triplicate reports. Uff.

The door opens up, announcing the spy's arrival, door closing behind her. She looks around the darkness, "Matt?" she asks. She felt him already, his vibrational signature unmistakable. "I brought food, but then I remembered I probably should had called to know if you had already eaten or not.. If you have, well, it can be second dinner.." she smiles faintly, sliding out of her jacket while going to the kitchen to put the food bag.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Sitting over in the dim lighting that filters through the blinds, once Daisy knows where to look she can perhaps just make out his form there. The gentle rasp of Matt's voice replies to Daisy from out of that quiet and dark. "I'm glad you're home. I've been... well. Thinking about you," he says in his usual slow, thoughtful sort of delivery.

He doesn't make any mention of food as he goes on, seemingly still dwelling on those thoughts. "I was thinking back to our time together at the orphanage," he tells her. "My last year or two there. When I was seventeen and eighteen, and you were what? A freshman?" he reminds her.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
No talk of food? Well, that's something. Daisy does get her takeout box ready though. Because she wants her noodles. "Thinking about me?" she calls from the kitchen, a moment later she walking out with those boxes. She slides one on the low table near Matt and then comments, "For a moment I thought it was me without my clothes on.." she teases. But then she notes the tone on Matt's voice. The thoughtfulness on it.

"It was a long time ago." She says in a softer manner, resting one hand on his and squeezing it, warm. She sits down next to him. "We were crazy kids back then. I think we still are now."

Yet the timeline has her thinking, "When I was a freshman. Probably on my 4th escape attempt from the orphanage. Sister Margaret was fuming."

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Alone together in the dark gives the apartment a certain quiet feel that seems to match Matt's introspection. The rainfall continues its patter against the window. A brief roll of thunder can be heard, but so distant it just the lightest of rumbles.

Matt's arm slips around behind Daisy as she sits with him. Making no move to get food. Just seeming to want her there with him. "I don't know if you ever knew how much I liked having you around," Matt tells her. "I mean you knew we were friends. But I didn't tell you just how much that hearing your voice when I entered in a room meant to me. How I'd catch your scent as you passed by, and I'd want to follow you," he says in his quiet, clipped way of speaking.

Matt gives a quiet little rumble in his chest. "You weren't all that young. But still, young enough compared to me that I didn't feel right expressing what I felt back then," he tells her quietly.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Yea? My scent?" Daisy seems happy to snuggle in with Matt, a grin to her voice when the top of her head is felt resting under the man's chin. Food forgotten for the moment. "Was it the grease?" she then asks, "... or the computer spare parts scent that got you?" there's a playfulness to her voice, even if she knows those moments of introspection are usually serious for Matt.

"We met later in our lives so it worked out in the end." She says, her tone getting quiet as well. Hand goes over to Matt's and she brings it around her stomach.

"I wish you would had said something back then though." She admits, taking in a breath and then relaxing in his arms.