Hiding his wet eyes, Face buries his face against Murdock's shoulder with a barrage of gentle kisses. He can't explain why that does it to him - that sincerity - that thing that he doesn't think he'll ever be able to wrap himself around.

Instead, he responds in the only way he knows how - tugging down the worn cotton boxers and then his own to feel raw skin against skin - hard and just a little damp.

"God..."