Hey, maybe if we don't hold hands in public, no one will try to kill me.
( Matt cradles Peter close to him, but then stretches his arms out to get him to sit a few feet away. He will yank on Peter's hips if he goes to sit beside him. Matt will pull him into his lap and clutch him against his chest. )
Yeah, I'd take you to Coney Island. Foggy never wanted to go, he thought it'd be boring for me. I went by myself once. It sounds like music-- Peter... I can protect myself.
( Matt starts to comb his fingers through Peter's hair, in some sort of cat-petting trance. In his mind, he's not scared for Peter the way he is for Matt. Matt knows that if any of Matt's thugs came up to Peter, then Peter would dunk on them.
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( Matt cradles Peter close to him, but then stretches his arms out to get him to sit a few feet away. He will yank on Peter's hips if he goes to sit beside him. Matt will pull him into his lap and clutch him against his chest. )
Yeah, I'd take you to Coney Island. Foggy never wanted to go, he thought it'd be boring for me. I went by myself once. It sounds like music-- Peter... I can protect myself.
( Matt starts to comb his fingers through Peter's hair, in some sort of cat-petting trance. In his mind, he's not scared for Peter the way he is for Matt. Matt knows that if any of Matt's thugs came up to Peter, then Peter would dunk on them.
Except Fisk.
Oh right. Fisk.)