He can't help but push just a little further, little brain winning over the big brain.
"It's okay..." he murmurs, gently rubbing Murdock's chest; "we can do this. You're safe, remember? Good hands..." He holds up his hand as though showing the minimal light reflected off his rings might make a difference.
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Date: 2013-07-20 07:34 am (UTC)"It's okay..." he murmurs, gently rubbing Murdock's chest; "we can do this. You're safe, remember? Good hands..." He holds up his hand as though showing the minimal light reflected off his rings might make a difference.