It's a question he's almost embarrassed to answer - but they both know it hasn't been long.
"There was a girl back home, a little bit after we moved into the house." He chuckles into Murdock's neck, actually feeling the flush creep up his collar.
"We were... uh... we were being intimate when you knocked on the door and I stopped - right in the middle - to answer it."
It's not sweeping musical numbers and roses... but that's saying a lot for him.
"She left and I went back to your room for cartoons and boxed wine. And it was more fun."
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Date: 2013-03-17 07:31 am (UTC)"There was a girl back home, a little bit after we moved into the house." He chuckles into Murdock's neck, actually feeling the flush creep up his collar.
"We were... uh... we were being intimate when you knocked on the door and I stopped - right in the middle - to answer it."
It's not sweeping musical numbers and roses... but that's saying a lot for him.
"She left and I went back to your room for cartoons and boxed wine. And it was more fun."