| right after The Punisher’s end; Thanksgiving; |
“Yeah, happy thanksgiving to you too, then, Foggy”
she’s sprawled across the sofa, not technically in her pjs, but close enough.
“I’m glad you’ll be in company” she tells the phone in her hand “no, no! I have guests of my own! Yeah, don’t worry”
Her gaze goes across her apartment, empty and dark.
“Have a great one!” her voice sounds happy as she closes the call.
Foggy has been pretty distant from her since Matt’s incident and who could blame him.
Karen throws the phone across the room and her head falls back on the sofa.
What a Thanksgiving, she thinks.
The doorbell rings.
“Coming” she says as loudly as she can while she reaches for the money she prepared on the table.
Eating take-away pizza for thanksgiving, she tells herself while opening the door.
“Thank you so much, happy thanksgiving” she tells the guy without even looking at him.
Alone in my apartment, eating pizza for thanksgiving as dinner. Her head keeps repeating that mantra of loneliness.
The door closes shut and Karen turns around.
It’s sad. Her cold hands warm from the pizza she holds, her apartment as silent as it can be, the city, lit up, shines bright into her dark apartment.
Karen can’t help but sigh.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Karen”
She hears, muffled through the door.
Her heart skips a beat.
The pizza box is breaking under her clenched hand as she opens the door, once again.
Her eyes meet familiar eyes and her smile lights up as she hears that smirk that feels like home mutter “Hey”.
Suddenly she’s thankful for something.