Reminders

[notthatcrazy]

It's been several weeks since they, for lack of a better word, eloped, and while things have been good, he's still feeling strangely anxious. He's never really felt the need to hide, at least not from the team, but he's been uncharacteristically quiet.

He spots the stuffed cow on one of his thrift store crawls, which Face had declined to join him on. He stares at it for a good while, almost certain it's not really there, before he grabs it off the shelf and pays the meager fifty cent price for it.

When he gets back to the ramshackle rental house they've holed up in, he heads right to the bedroom without saying a word. When Face gets back from his own supply run, he's greeted by by Hannibal's stern look.

"You need to go talk to him."

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[notthatcrazy]

It's just another one of the things Murdock's holding onto for the both of them. Right now, he can deal with that.

"Hmm. I dunno. Kinda just wanna stay here with you."

[notjustaface]

"Mmmmm," Face groans low in his chest, squeezing him tight. "You know how that usually ends up."

One or both of them naked, fluids of some sort usually involved.

[notthatcrazy]

He's sure that'll happen soon enough, but right now he just wants to be held. He rests his head on Face's shoulder briefly, listing to the low sound.

"Are we that predictable?"

[notjustaface]

"Predictable? I don't know what unit you've been in..."

He laughs, but it's not with much humor. "Just saying, old habits die hard... and it has been a couple days."

[notthatcrazy]

He rolls his eyes a little, bit it's meant affectionately.

"Can we stay like this a while first?"

He knows Face isn't entirely at ease with the whole cuddling thing, but he really could use some extra comfort.

[notjustaface]

Face is very familiar with that look, and appreciates it just as much as a non-eyeroll affection.

"Sure," he squeezes Murdock just a little tighter, leaning down to brush a kiss on his forehead; "Anything you want."

[notthatcrazy]

He moves in to kiss him back, letting it linger a while.

"I love you."

It just feels right to say it again. He's starting to feel better, so it's surprising even to him when the tears start again. Knowing from experience that it's useless to try and stop them, he rides it out, leaning on Face for support.

"Sorry." He manages a somewhat unsteady smile. "Been holding that back for a while. Had to get out sometime."

[notjustaface]

The kiss is warm, familiar, and exactly what Face needs to set him just a little more at ease. Even through Murdock's tears, he lets his fingers stroke away the wetness before answering; "It's okay."

He knows that Murdock needs it, he's not a man to let go like that with no reason at all. "I'm here."

[notthatcrazy]

It helps quite a bit for him to hear that. The person Face was at the start of their relationship would have tried like hell to avoid situations like these.

"I know."

He's not quite okay yet, but he's a lot closer than he was an hour ago. He gets himself under control, wiping his face on his shirt as he sits up.

"Are you okay?"

He wants to know how he's feeling. The question is if he's willing to talk about it.

[notjustaface]

Part of him wants to crawl out of his skin when it gets heavy, it's definitely better than talking about it, but after a few failures he knows that he's in for the long haul like it or not.

Talking about his own feelings was something else entirely, any more he didn't even like to think about how he felt.

"I'm fine," he shrugged; "You know."

[notthatcrazy]

"Kinda figured you wouldn't wanna talk about it."

They know each other, as well as anyone can in their circumstances.

"But I'm here if you ever do."

Feeling somewhat peaceful for the first time in recent memory, he closes his eyes for a few moments. It's pretty clear he's not slept well for the past few days.

"We're okay."

[notjustaface]

"There's nothing to talk about," he answers reflexively. "I'm okay, really. We are okay."

His fingers find his way to Murdock's mussed hair, stroking tenderly before giving a playful tug. "Of course we're okay. We always are."

[notthatcrazy]

"Except when we're not."

He says it in a lighthearted tone, but really... when it's true, it's true.

He leans into Face's touch, sighing. "I'm too tired to push this any further, but think about it, okay? It doesn't help keeping everything inside."

Not that he expects him to believe it after spending most of his life doing just that.

He takes the hand that isn't petting his hair and holds it tight, trying to let him know without speaking that however they're doing individually, their relationship is still going strong.

[notjustaface]

Those times are hard to wrap his mind around, like that void of memory that he can't really bring himself to deal with.

"Yeah," he murmurs, his strokes slowing to a tender caress. "I'll think about it."

His fingers curl, squeezing hard with the heat of a sigh. "It'll be fine."

[notthatcrazy]

He curls up even closer to him, if that's possible. It's still pretty early in the day, but the cloud of depression hasn't fully left him yet.

It's better, though. By far.

"I just hope you really believe that."