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Day 38: Sun Room
Matt had to bite his tongue hard to keep from insisting he would be perfectly comfortable in the library, really, and could he please stop being led around like freaking cattle? As the nurse drew him into the empty Sun Room, the answer to that seemed to be a resounding 'No'.
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He was given the usual talk of 'be nice', 'maybe someone will come back and you'll have someone to talk to' and the strangely sincere 'we're getting a few books in braille, they just haven't arrived yet'. He was sure he believed that one, but it would be nice to not be singled out for a change.
Reminded him of grammar school actually.
What a coincidence, he hadn't been fond of grammar school either. Settling back on the seat he'd found himself in, the Daredevil closed his eyes and debated on the merits of a nap as he listened to the occasional person stop by and scribble something down before leaving. A message board or something? He'd have to ask someone about that.
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Great.
He was given the usual talk of 'be nice', 'maybe someone will come back and you'll have someone to talk to' and the strangely sincere 'we're getting a few books in braille, they just haven't arrived yet'. He was sure he believed that one, but it would be nice to not be singled out for a change.
Reminded him of grammar school actually.
What a coincidence, he hadn't been fond of grammar school either. Settling back on the seat he'd found himself in, the Daredevil closed his eyes and debated on the merits of a nap as he listened to the occasional person stop by and scribble something down before leaving. A message board or something? He'd have to ask someone about that.
(Free to any and all!)
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"Well, I can think of one. It was something Margot taught me on a rainy day when we were little. It's a guessing game. I imagine something and you guess what it is." He closed his eyes and then nodded to himself.
"I have something in mind." He poked his friend's arm, very gently. "Now you ask me questions, and I can't bluff, now can I? You get twenty questions to guess what I'm thinking."
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"Do you want to play?" he asked, almost wistful. "I can think of something else." Throughout all this he hadn't moved further away since the contact along their sides was comforting. Nor would he point that out unless asked about it directly.
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"Games are more for fun than learning even if you can use them to learn something. I don't know if I want to be quiet."
He suddenly felt scared again. He was afraid of his own thoughts and what he might say now.
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Or rather, he followed what Armand was talking about right up until the last sentence. "...Why?" Now he was confused again. Maybe he'd missed something.
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"I've picked something then," he said softly. He didn't uncurl, but leaned against his friend again.
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"Yes," he said, smiling. "It is." That didn't leave much to choose between.
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