He laughs again, nuzzling at the stubble on Murdock's cheek.

"The shorts? Like old stuff? Man... Micky was kind of annoying. And Donald was kind of dick."

He really can't believe they're having this conversation, but he's had more ridiculous ones in the middle of long detoxes and high-strung anxiety. At least this one is calm and doesn't involve socks. Or puppets.

"The dog was pretty cool though, and he could do that thing where his tail told you exactly what he thinking."