Laywers tend to make a decent living, unless you were part of a two man practice just getting off the ground with a clientele who was too poor to afford much and sometimes paid in goods rather than cash. But it was a good life and one he wouldn't trade for anything. He and Foggy got to put their degrees to damned good use and really help people.

"It's quieter and darker from what I've been told." A wry grin, "not that I'd know but the last time Foggy had one too many I let him crash back there while I took the couch because the light wouldn't bother me."

As Cisco takes a sip of the beer and sets it aside, Matt reaches for his wrist, gently tugging him in a little closer. He can take his time with the kiss, sinking his hands into his hair and exploring the soft curves of his lips.