A/N - There wasn't supposed to be a second chapter of this, but people over at AO3 requested and I couldn't resist. There may even end up being more.

Colors were problematic, to say the least. He remembered them, of course he did. Every memory he had from before the accident, every memory of sight, was full of color. The green of the grass in the park where he had played, the gray of the sidewalk, the street, the buildings, the yellow sun, the sometimes blue of the sky, fading to shades of red and gold as it set on an evening. He had never seen a proper sunrise, never gotten up early enough on a clear enough day, it was one of his many regrets.

But those memories were from so long ago now that it was difficult to apply them to the world he had come to know. The sidewalk was made of the sound his cane made as it tapped on the concrete or asphalt, the footsteps and voices of the people around him, the echoes reflecting from the buildings that lined the street on either side. The grass was less a color and more a fresh smell and a softer feeling under his feet. The sky was lost to him now, available only as a memory and an abstract concept.

Blue. The word felt peaceful, it brought to mind a summer's day. He wished he could see it, even if only for a moment. He wished he could tell Foggy he looked okay and genuinely mean it, because he knew that it was true.

"You're quiet," Foggy told him.

Matt blinked, pulled unexpectedly from his reverie. "Just thinking," he said.

"Anything interesting?"

He shook his head. "Not really. Old memories."

"It's got to be the worst superpower ever," Foggy said. He was slumped over his desk and stared into his handheld mirror. That was a new addition to the office, ever-present on his desk. He just couldn't stop looking at it. Staring at the reflection of his face, looking down at his hands, turning them, examining the differences in the shade of blue between the front and the back. He wondered idly whether he could tan now, and whether doing so would mean turning a darker shade of blue, or maybe another color entirely.

Matt and Karen slouched in the chairs on the opposite side of the desk. The ones that should have been for use by clients, clients that had mysteriously stopped coming recently. Not that they had exactly been fighting them off with a stick before, but now they were barely making enough to pay the rent for the office space.

"I wouldn't say that," Matt told him.

Foggy glared at him. "The only reason you can say because is that you haven't seen it. Trust me, worst one ever. It has absolutely no practical applications."

"Sure it does," Karen told him. She reached out and placed a hand on his arm. The surrounding skin began to change to a shade of yellow. "See?"

Yellow was a neutral color. It showed that someone was relaxed or not feeling much of anything. he was happy to see it. It had taken several weeks for her to be comfortable enough with him for yellow. For a long time red or orange had been her default.

"Okay, invasion of personal space slightly. And that, right there, that's why we don't tell anybody else about this aspect of it. The last thing I need is for random people running up to me in the street and trying to touch me. Can you imagine?"

Matt smiled.

"And I don't know what you find so funny about it," Foggy said. He turned to Karen. "He keeps forgetting about it."

"I don't," Matt said. "It slipped my mind once. And I apologized. I don't have a visual reference for you in the first place, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to alter it."

"Well, I wish I could forget about it," Foggy said. "Actually, no. Because if I did, I'd have to find out about it again and I don't think I could go through that for a second time."

Matt stretched and touched his watch. "It's really not the worst power you could have gotten," he said.

"Oh no?"

He shrugged. "You could've developed a smell so bad that nobody could stand to be in the room with you. Or, what if you electrocuted anybody you touched, or what if you could read minds, but you couldn't turn it off and you just had to spend your entire life listening to other people's innermost thoughts until you went crazy?"

Foggy stared at him. "Are any of those real things?"

"I don't know. They could be though. This happened all over the world, there are tens of thousands of people affected. I'm just saying you're probably not the worst off of all of them."

"If you could see it…"

"…He'd be saying exactly the same thing," Karen said. "He's right, it's not that bad. I mean, I'll be honest, I don't envy you, I know it sucks, but it could have been a hell of a lot worse. Did you see that woman in the paper the other day? The one with the spikes?"

Foggy took one final glance in the mirror, then got to his feet. "Okay, you guys win. Not literally the worst thing that could have happened. You both need to learn the importance of wallowing in self pity once in a while. So answer me this, Mr Positivity, Miss Bright Side, what do we do about the fact that nobody wants to hire a blue lawyer?"

The door opened with a barely audible creak and Foggy looked up.

"Um…" said the man standing there. He was tall, African American, dressed in an expensive looking suit. He stepped into the room and allowed the door to close behind him. He turned around, revealing a long, muscular tail with what looked like a razor sharp tip. He flexed it. "The hospital where I work fired me when I turned up with this. Actually, I think a blue lawyer is exactly what I'm looking for."

"This is pretty great. We're the law firm of choice for every freak in the tri-state area."

They were relaxing with drinks after work at Josie's. He had actually meant that it was a good thing, and Matt was normally better than the average guy at picking up on the meaning behind his words. It seemed odd that he looked very disapproving all of a sudden. "You shouldn't say that about yourself," he said.

"What?" Foggy asked. "Freak?"

Matt nodded.

Foggy shrugged, then swayed in his seat. He wondered when a few beers had turned into shots. He didn't remember the exact moment. He thought it had been Karen's idea, though there was an equal chance it was him.

"I can say that now," he informed Matt. "That's a thing I'm allowed to do without people getting disapprove-y. Like how you're technically allowed to use all kinds of derogaflory words about blind people."

Karen began to laugh hysterically.

"I don't do that," Matt informed him.

"Yeah, I know. I'd kick your ass if you did."

Karen's laughter grew louder. "Derogaflory?" she said.

"You'd kick my ass?" Matt said. "Really?"

Foggy pouted. "Shut up, both of you. Point is, we're suddenly the hottest law firm in town to the more… unusual residents of the area."

"I guess being blue has its perks," Matt said.

Foggy held up his glass. "I'll drink to that," he said.