When the phone rang she didn't hesitate to pick up. She said she'd be there and for him and she was going to be, though Hell should bar the way.

"Don't bleed out before I get there okay?" She said answering the phone. She grabbed her coat and her freshly restocked medic bag.

"Actually, I'm in the pink of health." He said. She could hear the tension in his voice. He was either in pain (likely) or nervous (unlikely). Matt might be the Devil of Hell's Kitchen but he rarely felt nervous, even when out patrolling.

"Oh. Does someone else need stitching up?"

"Nope, everyone is fine actually." There was silence on the line. Claire could still hear Matt's quiet breathing. She dropped her stuff to the floor and stood in the archway of her newly rented place.

"So why are you calling?" She asked softly, her brows wrinkling in confusion.

"I-" Matt stammered. "I wanted to hear your voice." He said quietly, almost a whisper

"Matthew." Claire sighed. "I can't - " She stopped emotion clogging her throat. She wanted to go to him, to hug and kiss and heal his broken body. She wanted to scream at him that he was being stupid and righteous and careless. But she couldn't speak. He cleared his throat.

"You met Foggy." Matt stated his tone implied that this was significant.

"Yeah, he's a nice guy. Really sweet." She responded, hoping this would prompt him.

"Foggy made me realise-" Matt stopped and took a breath. "He made me realise that I can't be everything I want to be, everything I need to be, without help. Without caring about what happens."

"Yeah?" Claire agreed quietly. She heard Matt sigh.

"He made me realise that I might need a guardian angel." Claire chuckled and she heard Matt chuckled too. "Foggy helped me understand that I need people, friends, or I can't be what this city needs."

Claire made an affirmative noise in the back of her throat.

"And I- I thought since I had realised that I was being a righteous asshole who need to step off his self imposed pedestal, you might consider us." He paused waiting for her to say something. "You know, pick up where we left off." He coughed slightly to cover the way his nerves caused his voice to shake.

Claire smiled.

"We left off with me living in your apartment and stitching you up every night." She responded. Matt chuckled quietly. "How about we start with lunch?" She asked.

Claire Temple didn't need super senses to know that Matt Murdock was grinning like an idiot into his phone.

"Lunch sounds like heaven."

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