Totally Not A Date. Date.

[notjustaface]

Things have been good, work has been good. On the whole, it's business as usual. Maybe a few more nights in, passing up a pretty girl he could have had without thinking from time to time, but after a few solid months he's back to his old self.

Back to his game. Back to good friends and one night stands with the occasional brush with death just to keep things fresh. Back to boxes tucked away neatly with minimal shaking in the back of his mind because he doesn't have to think about it.

Base housing is comfortable living for the moment, a small house split two ways with a room across the hall from his best friend that doesn't put too much of dent in his stipend. And, it's bro-night. Dinner that may or may not kill him, a movie complete with Murdock's hand-puppet commentary and a few beers. Maybe other things, if it's a good night.

He's fresh from the shower in nothing but a pair of loose shorts when he follows the familiar tang of scorched meat in the air from the tiny back patio. "You cookin', Murdock?"

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[notjustaface]

Double meaning caught, digested and kind of freaking him out a little.

At least it's easy to let down a sock puppet.

"It's okay to be shy, Lester... Some things just can't be said."

Shouldn't be said. Would be even more painfully awkward if said.

[notthatcrazy]

"Some things don't need to be."

He sighs, turning his attention back to the movie.

[notjustaface]

And if that's not the truth, he doesn't know what is. It makes his pulse rise and palms feel a little clammy and he has to fight himself not to flee.

Murdock doesn't deserve that, it's not his fault Face isn't the guy he needs or deserves.

After a long moment, he presses a kiss to the top of his head and says softly; "You're right."

[notthatcrazy]

He whispers something that sounds a lot like "Love you anyway."

Awkward conversation is awkward.

[notjustaface]

He knows he should just let it be, but what good would it do to just leave things as they were.

"What was that?" He asks calmly, without inflection one way or another.

[notthatcrazy]

And because the night's already irretrievably awkward, he might as well repeat it.

"I love you anyway."

It's not contingent on him sorting out his own feelings, or being able to say it back... it just is.

[notjustaface]

He was afraid it was something like that. Really, he'd been kind of afraid of that for a long time. Probably longer than he can deal with.

He lifted his eyes back to the television, forcing back the increasing sensation to bolt. That word... it always caused trouble.

Eventually, he managed to swallow the lump in his throat and say; "I know you do." The inflection is soft, not upset but clearly off kilter for him.

[notthatcrazy]

"I know that too."

It's good enough for now. It really is. It's been said and neither of them died of Feelings. He turns his attention back to the TV, but doesn't shy away from the embrace they've found themselves in.

"Let's just watch the movie."

[notjustaface]

He should leave it that, it'd be easier that way. Of course, it wouldn't solve anything and part of him just has to know.

Face's arm shifts against Murdock's belly, holding him just the slightest bit tighter. "This was supposed to be a date, wasn't it?" He asks in that same voice that somehow manages to sound collected when he knows he should be panicking.

[notthatcrazy]

Of course, NOW he wants to talk about it.

"Kind of?" he admits.

"I'm not tryin' to freak you out or anything, I just.. wanted to do something nice."

[notjustaface]

There are worse times to talk about it.

His free hand curls on the arm of the sofa, squeezing it tight as he lets the information settle and seep in.

"It's nice," he nods slowly, brushing another kiss in his hair.

[notthatcrazy]

"... You're freaking out anyway, aren't you?"

He can totally tell.

[notjustaface]

He could really use a drink for this conversation, and playing it out over the movie's sweeping love theme isn't exactly helping.

"No... no, not really." He shakes his head with an almost embarrassed half-chuckle. It's a lie, and not a really good one, but there's no easy way to say that he can't cope with the blindingly obvious.

[notthatcrazy]

Yeah... that's kinda uncomfortable.

"It's okay, y'know? I get it. But I can't change this."

Nor does he want to, really. They are how they are, and any pushing on his part would only make things worse.

[notjustaface]

Part of him wants to be able to be that guy, for it to be easy to just let it be whatever the hell it is... but it's not easy. It's unsettling and something he's not really able to deal with at all.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, closing his eyes. "I... I wish I could."

[notthatcrazy]

"I know."

He leans back to look him in the eye again.

"You can't change who you are either."

[notjustaface]

There's nothing to say to that but a hollow sigh, it's the truth. He can't change, and every time he's tried it only made things worse when he was wrong.

"I like this," he asserts somewhat unsteadily. "Can we just maybe not do the relationship thing?"

[notthatcrazy]

And that throws him a little... because they've basically been doing that all along. They just haven't been calling it what it is.

"If that's what you want..."

[notjustaface]

Call him clueless, but he doesn't see that part yet. He can't let himself see that part.

He nods again, forcing his eyes open; "I don't want things to change."

[notthatcrazy]

He takes a deep breath.

"Okay."

It's killing him a little bit, but he'll deal with it.

He always does.

[notjustaface]

He knows how to read people well enough, and reading Murdock's about as hard as a coloring book when he actually wants to hear what he's not saying. That single hitch of breath tells him a hell of a lot more than his answer.

"I... am a colossal asshole for saying that."

[notthatcrazy]

He wants to say he's not, but they both know each other too well.

"... Maybe not a colossal one."

(Give him a break, he's trying to lighten the mood.)

[notjustaface]

It's enough, he may as well just out and say 'everything's gonna be okay Temp'.

"Hey.." he says with a much lighter lilt to his voice; "I'm trying, right?"

[notthatcrazy]

He wishes he could, but there's no way he'd believe it right now. Keeping things jokey tends to work better.

"Yeah, you are."

The sock puppet makes a reappearance at that point, going in for another cheek kiss.

[notjustaface]

Almost uncharacteristically, he turns his cheek and plants a kiss on the felt lips before tilting Murdock's head back to kiss him even more gently.

"I think he's got you beat, Lester."