He doesn't need it, but Face takes the hand anyway - clasping it tightly between them as they cut across the deck and head for their cabin.
It's time to think, time to go over various snips of thoughts as he lays out Murdock's tuxedo on the bed as he listens to the running shower.
Part of him wishes things were different, that he could have been able to keep himself focused and his mind on the job, but part of him wouldn't have had it any other way.
His fingers trace over a delicate silk bowtie - then down the collar of the crisp white shirt that almost made Murdock look like a totally different man than the one he'd known for so long. "This is happening."
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Date: 2013-04-23 05:34 pm (UTC)It's time to think, time to go over various snips of thoughts as he lays out Murdock's tuxedo on the bed as he listens to the running shower.
Part of him wishes things were different, that he could have been able to keep himself focused and his mind on the job, but part of him wouldn't have had it any other way.
His fingers trace over a delicate silk bowtie - then down the collar of the crisp white shirt that almost made Murdock look like a totally different man than the one he'd known for so long. "This is happening."