[ John figured after the upsetting of the status quo a few weeks back the least he could do was try for a spot of normal for the both of them. It's why he ventured out in the bleeding daylight in the first place and over to Nelson, Page and Murdock to find his man and take him out for a proper lunch on his lunch break. That's plenty normal, isn't it?
He's come in to make himself known to two-thirds of the team. Matt himself is chatting with a client judging by the closed office door and John's good to wait it out. Good things to those who wait is the old saying after all. Matthew Murdock is definitely in the category of good things and John is doing his level best not to cock it all up.
The door to the closed portion of the office opens and an older lady comes toddling out with Matt on her arm to help the old bird stay steady. John has a cigarette between his lips, unlit but ready to spark the second he hits the outside air. He ain't had one yet that morning and he's feeling it something fierce. ]
Johnny, I know that isn't you with that death stick hanging out of your mouth.
[ His heart leaps half out of his chest by his own reckoning and the ciggy nearly falls out of his mouth on top of it. Would've been better for it with how quick the old bird snatches it from him with a speed he didn't figure her for and breaks it there in front of him. ]
Oh, give over Mrs. M you didn't have to go and do all that did you? Got to leave a man at least one bad habit or two.
[ Then he realizes he just went and did all that out loud. With an audience. Now he's gonna have to explain. Bollocks. Maybe he'll get clear of this with little to no scathing. ]
and we were all forgiven even though we didn't deserve it
He's come in to make himself known to two-thirds of the team. Matt himself is chatting with a client judging by the closed office door and John's good to wait it out. Good things to those who wait is the old saying after all. Matthew Murdock is definitely in the category of good things and John is doing his level best not to cock it all up.
The door to the closed portion of the office opens and an older lady comes toddling out with Matt on her arm to help the old bird stay steady. John has a cigarette between his lips, unlit but ready to spark the second he hits the outside air. He ain't had one yet that morning and he's feeling it something fierce. ]
Johnny, I know that isn't you with that death stick hanging out of your mouth.
[ His heart leaps half out of his chest by his own reckoning and the ciggy nearly falls out of his mouth on top of it. Would've been better for it with how quick the old bird snatches it from him with a speed he didn't figure her for and breaks it there in front of him. ]
Oh, give over Mrs. M you didn't have to go and do all that did you? Got to leave a man at least one bad habit or two.
[ Then he realizes he just went and did all that out loud. With an audience. Now he's gonna have to explain. Bollocks. Maybe he'll get clear of this with little to no scathing. ]