Picking Up The Pieces

[notthatcrazy]

It's been a month since the Vegas Incident (as he's taken to referring to it, mental capitalization and all) and to an outsider, it wouldn't seem as though there was anything different about them at all.

Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) their teammates know them better than that. Hannibal's already pulled him aside once to give him the "letting your personal business affect the job" lecture, and he knows he's not above firmer measures. BA's been mostly supportive underneath their usual bickering, but he can tell he's worried as well.

As the morning dawns, he wakes from an unsettling dream to arms wrapped around him.

"Face... you gotta move."

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[notthatcrazy]

"We'll make it okay. It's just gonna take some time."

He glances down at the rings in his hand, a small smile trying to make itself seen.

"You gonna give those back or what?"

[notjustaface]

Nodding again, he leans in close - slipping the chain around his neck.

But then he lingers, and licks his lips before quietly asking; "Can I kiss you? Would that be okay, just right now?"

[notthatcrazy]

"No."

He looks up at him, eyes softening at the look on his face.

"'Cause I'm gonna kiss you first."

He leans in to press a soft kiss to his lips, keeping light and almost chaste, but with a promise of more to come.

[notjustaface]

For a second, his gut drops and he knows Murdock will see it written on his face - and then for an even longer second, everything feels okay for the first time since that girl let him into the hotel room.

His palm cups Murdock's cheek, holding him well after he breaks away.

"I promise I'm gonna try to make this right again."

[notthatcrazy]

He lets the touch linger. It feels right this time.

"I know. I promise I will too."

It's gonna take the two of them working together, but with the others as back-up there hasn't been anything yet that they can't do.