It's probably better that they do this now, though that has less to do with the fact that Steve and Bruce are here to defend him and more -- well, if and when Foggy decides he's done with this bullshit, then he can leave, go home to his own bed, not be kept here all night. He wouldn't blame him, even if it'd break his heart.
"Sort of? It's complicated." He pauses, knowing that's not entirely an answer, and holds up a hand before Foggy can call him on that, trying to gather his thoughts well enough to uncomplicate it. "I can't see, but I kind of -- I hear really well. I can smell things better than most people -- like I can tell Rogers is in uniform, because I can smell the leather, the wax he uses for his shield, the metal. And I know he was painting before he came to save my ass, because I can smell that and -- turpentine?"
He turns his head in Steve's general direction, searching for confirmation. Whether or not he gets it, he continues after a moment.
"I know that you saw Karen today, because I can smell her perfume on you." And tomorrow, when he's not so out of it, he'll be able to tell that Foggy had onions for lunch three days ago and that he was filling out paperwork, at some point. Right now, though, those sorts of subtleties are a little beyond him -- and yes, in this case, onions do count as a subtle scent, for how old they are.
Either way, "It kind of all comes together, paints a picture."
Some things are beyond him, of course -- he still needs special equipment to use a laptop, a tablet, he can't read most things that have been printed without braille because modern printers don't leave impressions he can follow, and so on and so forth -- but otherwise? It's like he told Claire. A world on fire.
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"Sort of? It's complicated." He pauses, knowing that's not entirely an answer, and holds up a hand before Foggy can call him on that, trying to gather his thoughts well enough to uncomplicate it. "I can't see, but I kind of -- I hear really well. I can smell things better than most people -- like I can tell Rogers is in uniform, because I can smell the leather, the wax he uses for his shield, the metal. And I know he was painting before he came to save my ass, because I can smell that and -- turpentine?"
He turns his head in Steve's general direction, searching for confirmation. Whether or not he gets it, he continues after a moment.
"I know that you saw Karen today, because I can smell her perfume on you." And tomorrow, when he's not so out of it, he'll be able to tell that Foggy had onions for lunch three days ago and that he was filling out paperwork, at some point. Right now, though, those sorts of subtleties are a little beyond him -- and yes, in this case, onions do count as a subtle scent, for how old they are.
Either way, "It kind of all comes together, paints a picture."
Some things are beyond him, of course -- he still needs special equipment to use a laptop, a tablet, he can't read most things that have been printed without braille because modern printers don't leave impressions he can follow, and so on and so forth -- but otherwise? It's like he told Claire. A world on fire.