And curled up in their makeshift bed, it's all Face can think about - the time apart, the way it ripped him up like he never thought anything could. Knowing that no matter what he had to make things right.

Now it's not just for him, it's for all of them - and maybe just most of all for the way Murdock's world collapsed when they knew who'd been behind it.

But this moment, this moment isn't for the memory - it's a new path being forged. Even he knows it's different now, everything about it feels different.

"I'll try..." he grins, kissing his bruised lips. "Still figuring out how we'll do this, you know?"