It's a cold thing to do, and he'll regret it in the morning, but he doesn't respond to the purposeful touch. He closes his eyes as tight as he can - until he can see stars - trying to block out the frustration because he's not mad at Murdock and he's not mad at the crazy.

He's just frustrated. And it's more than he can deal with sometimes, always feel like he's the bad guy... always being the one that fucks up.

"Yeah," he says quietly , squaring his jaw. "I get that. I'm sorry I brought it up."