3588/Catching Up

Catching Up
Date of Scene:	06 January 2018
Location:	Nelson & Murdock, Hell's Kitchen, New York City
Synopsis:	Claire and Matt catch up after things have been quiet on Claire's end for a while.
Cast of Characters:	Claire Temple, Daredevil

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Claire Temple has posed:
It's barely 4:30 when Claire reaches the law offices of Nelson and Murdock, small bounty of takeout Thai secured in her grip. She lightly taps on the door and then turns the knob to let herself in. "Murdock, you in?" she asks the open air. "Brought something to eat so you have something before... your other job," she finishes lamely.

Daredevil has posed:
    New York City, of late, has not been spared the vindictive treatment of grandfather winter. The snow storm of only a few days ago was enough to cover the city and its rooftops, though now having been shoveled and cleared. Yet there is still plenty of snow on the streets, grimed by the exhaust of passing cars. But the snow may have moved on, the cold really did not. It was still chilly outside, and inside the old four story brownstone that served as the home for various firms not least of which the Law Offices of Nelson and Murdock... it was still pretty cold.
    From within she'll hear Matt's voice lift, coming from that separate office that's off to the right, Foggy's being on the left. No Karen for now, as the hour is a touch later than quitting time and they most likely had already headed off to Josie's. But Matt... still burning the midnight oil as it were.
    "Hey, come on in. Just finishing a few things up." Light tone, a little distracted but still friendly. Those words are followed by a thump from that office then the door opening. Not bothering with the cane for now, since Claire knows the details of his disability, he greets her with a small smile even as he seemingly looks over her shoulder, those crimson lenses hiding his eyes.
    "Hey, what's the occasion?" His nostrils flare slightly. "Oh nice, Thai."

Claire Temple has posed:
    "Not a house call, I can gratefully assure you," Claire says with a smile as she drops off the Thai on a space at the corner of Karen's desk for a few moments while she undoes her gloves, scarf, and jacket. She spares a deep sniff of her own... oh, yeah, that spice. "I've actually been getting home and getting some sleep every night after work, and it's started to throw me off," she says in a dry voice. "You four are either not all that busy, or you've suddenly discovered personal safety." She opens the bag of Thai and fishes out the utensils and napkins before holding out a container for Matt.

Daredevil has posed:
    She can see the shadow flicker over his features, that slight furrowing of his brows as his thoughts shift back to how he spends his nights. Even as he accepts that container he shakes his head slightly, frowning. "Still busy, but the pajama bandits have left town. As far as we know," he casually uses Luke's name for The Hand but is still a touch distanced in thought as he takes one of the sets of chopsticks.
    Once he gets a napkin in place over his shirt he tilts his head towards her, "But things have been hectic otherwise." He starts to stab the sticks into the container, casually pushing around noodles and digging for the protein, sensing the subtle difference between the protein and the carb. He tilts his head to the side slightly, "We don't talk as much without the near constant threat of violent death, so you might know more than I do."
    One of the noodles is lifted up and held in the air and he slurps it down, chewing for a bit once that's done. He cocks his head slightly at her curiously, "Heard anything from anyone of late?"

Claire Temple has posed:
     Claire's slight shrug turns into a baleful glare at the window pane while she takes a few seconds to warm her fingers on the sides of her own small kit of deliciousness. She sighs and opens the container, triumphantly stabbing her chopsticks into a prawn on the top layer. "It's been more or less through the ER lately," she concedes. "A few more domestic violence cases than usual, but you know, 'tis the season. Someone with bad luck in a fight and a really bad attitude came in gibbering about a glowing hand, and I was glad to see that Danny had done a good and merciful job." Her expression turns mildly mischievous. "Said he was afraid of getting blown up, but also told everyone in a fifty foot radius that he was more afraid the Devil was going to catch him. Police got him after that."
     She nibbles on a vegetable from the next stratum down before she reaches noodles. "Jessica, I imagine, is busy with all of her cases. Haven't seen her much at all lately."

Daredevil has posed:
    Matt flares one hand as if brushing away her words even as they're ushered on with his smile. "Sounds like everyone is too quick to believe in myths." He offers with that faint wry smile even as he stabs another noodle and casually tears it in two before gobbling it up. There's no truly easy and graceful way to consume Thai while sitting on the edge of a desk. But then again there's no need to in such company.
    He tilts his head, "Did you want something to drink?" He gestures with one hand to the side and most likely the break room even as he sets his own box out of the way. Poor Karen's desk, so abused. But he rolls to his feet easily and starts to head over, to get himself something to drink even if she doesn't want anything.
    "Have you talked to Luke lately? Last I heard he was heading out to California for something to do with his family, then nothing." Once he slips out of view she'll hear the whumpf of the refrigerator door opening and the faint clink of glass.

Claire Temple has posed:
     "Oh, that would be delightful," Claire replies before she makes an undignified slurp of a few noodles and gives a low hum of appreciation for spicy Thai. Mildly paranoid, she glances at the files sitting on the desk to ensure she hasn't managed to drip any of the glorious liquid onto them. Satisfied, she tugs another noodle up to her lips. She hums again. "He's definitely enjoying the weather, last we talked," she says after another prawn. "I don't think he'd want to admit to wanting to try snowbirding, but I think he appreciates being away from the snow and the muck."
     She looks up from her food and considers for a few moments, her expression impassive and unfocused. "I can't imagine anyone would be giving him trouble out there," she says. "He's the last person anyone should want to bother, not that anyone's stopped at that." She stirs her noodles and veggies assiduously. "The Hand are always around, but I'd hope they wouldn't take up a score while he's away."

Daredevil has posed:
    "You know you would think that wouldn't you?" Matt's voice comes from the kitchen even as he straightens up from in front of the refrigerator. He walks back into the room, holding two beer bottles and offering one to her. "Got this, or water if you want." He says as he grabs the bottle opener, again off of poor Karen's desk, and starts to open them.
    "But somehow, you know, trouble always seems to find him." Once the drinks are situated he takes his seat back on the edge of the desktop, one leg crossing over the other as he digs in with chopsticks. "So your life is all work work work? What happened to that one guy..." He tilts his head to the side, pointing at her with the sticks, "You know, the umm, the guy with all the luggage." Which, for him to say, is something.

Claire Temple has posed:
     Claire's tone lightens as she takes a sip of her beer. "Well, he's still got his luggage," she says, giving Matt a playful side-eye. She settles quickly. "It's not something that's going to let up much, at least not for quite some time. There are days that I think I might be better as backup with a clinical eye than as dating him," she admits with a low sigh. "He definitely reminds me that I haven't seen everything."
     "Work, work, work, he says," Claire diverts with a snort. "It's damn boring, getting to read a magazine every now and again without someone pounding on my fire escape window." She puts on a little sass. "The occasional, hopefully brief, episodes of saving some crazy vigilante from doom just give my life meaning." She drops her voice. "Joy, seriously."
     After a few more stirs and another slurp, she turns to him with a vengeful gleam. "And here you are while everyone else is losing the rest of the day... Josie's, again? What's this about work, work, work, huh?"

Daredevil has posed:
    "Keep talking like that Claire and I'll start to think you don't appreciate having to launder bloody towels and clean up after strange men in kevlar and leather." His own smile is wry as he replies to her easily enough, his expression amused even as he captures a bit of shrimp between his chopsticks and chomps on it thoughtfully. "But that's good to hear. Ah, Elektra is also back in town..." He tells her with a begrudging half-smirk half-frown, knowing that his ex is responsible for some difficulty.
    "But other than that, I think you're mostly caught up. I suppose we both could go into the terrible gory details." His smile is gentle but amused as he turns his head away towards the window in the back of the room that overlooks the street. He cocks his head for a moment, as if listening to something distant, but says nothing as to what.
    Turning back to her he gives her a nod, "Thanks for this, though. Appreciate it, I sometimes forget to eat dinner."

Claire Temple has posed:
     "Takes longer to heal if you skip your protein," Claire intones even as she tries desperately not to sound like she's educating a patient. She finishes off her beer with a smile. "Good to get some time to chat, and nice that it didn't have to go to the gory," she agrees. She wipes off her fingers and eyes the leftover takeout bag before chucking her empty container and now slightly sauce-stained napkin into it.
     She hums for a moment. "All things considered, I think I might help out with taking out the trash for the nicely aromatic Thai. I remember you telling me once about Foggy's sandwich wrapper sticking around in his trash can for a little too long..."

Daredevil has posed:
    A small smile given, even as Matt gains his feet and setting his empty down in the bag. "You're a gem Claire." He tells her gently and rests a hand on her shoulder as he starts to step by, giving a small squeeze in thanks. But then he's moving past her, heading back towards that doo. "I need to get these depositions finished. You're welcome to stay if you want just..."
    He turns around and walks backwards to the door of his office, "It's not exactly what either of us would call exciting, but sometimes that can be a nice change of pace."

Claire Temple has posed:
     "That itcan," Claire notes. "You get done and get home," she says as she picks up her jacket and scarf. She takes a glance out the window and huffs at the now busy snowfall. "And definitely stay warm. Last time I had to see, that kevlar didn't have heating elements stitched in."
     She puts on her gloves and picks up the bag of empties. "Take care, Matt," she calls before she turns the main door's knob to make her way out to the corridor.