Thread: Hero Business [Defenders -- Sigr & Virginia]

She'd known he was there. The door was unlocked, there were little things around the office that made it clear that someone had been there recently. And there'd been enough Daredevil that he'd be running out of resources soon, she figured. He couldn't have made much more money than her, given the state of his office. Jessica was no stranger to breaking into buildings, but there wouldn't have been any use in doing it He's my... she paused and frowned, trying to figure out just what to call him, assistant. One of her few friends. But she gave him a cut of the pay in her cases and he did basically everything to keep her office functional and presentable, so she supposed 'assistant' worked as well. He used to be a drug addict and that's a real long and unnecessary story, she didn't want to talk about Kilgrave, but he's clean. And he definitely wasn't carrying. Malcolm was better than that. You're the only one who's any good I can afford. And who she trusted to really believe her and Malcolm about his innocence. Jessica's choice of the word 'I' betrayed her care - she'd be paying for it, not the man she was seeking help for. It was the least she could do, really. Malcolm was only in this position to begin with because of her. He'd only gotten addicted in the first place because of Kilgrave, because of her , and this was almost certainly because of her too. The detective stared him down for a moment, not bothering to hide the fact that she was looking him over. Didn't matter, wasn't like Matt would be able to call her on it even if she thought he'd have cared. You look like shit. Maybe it wasn't the best thing to say to say to someone who's help she wanted, but it was also true. What Matt might not know was that it was sort of her way of expressing concern. He looked like shit so something was probably wrong, she just wasn't gonna ask outright. There wasn't a whole lot of room to probe into the fact that Matt probably felt as much like shit as he looked, because she had something more pressing to focus on. Brush your hair and have some whiskey and let's go. Fishing into her pocket, she took out the almost always present flask and shook it, letting the liquid slosh around inside it like it would motivate him to get going. The advice sounded like something she probably told herself as opposed to something that would be exceptionally useful to other people, but it was all that Jessica had. Life advice - especially for cheering people up - was not something she had in spades. Not unless it was on how to do research or keep from being tailed, things that were mostly useful for her. If she actually asked Matt to help, he'd be able to say no. As long as there was no question there, she might have an easier time getting him to help. It required that the lawyer and vigilante be able to interpret the way she communicated to pull out the real message underneath all the spines and fire without the help of having been around her long enough to really get to know her like her little inner circle did. He a had super senses though, he should be able to figure it out. Somehow. It wasn't like she ever really asked anyone for anything, not directly. She told them she needed things and her friends knew what that meant. 'Please' only came out when she was playing a role to get information or in moments of deepest desperation. This was that, but she didn't want to just jump straight to putting herself out there. It was hard to ask for things, it felt like opening herself up. While she trusted Matt, it was hard not to after what they'd been through, it was still something she wasn't sure she could do. That took time and patience from the other person, and not a lot of people hung around that long. Some of them accepted it because it was part of the service they were paying for, but that wasn't him. She'd punched ninja with him though, and that had to count for something.