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Face had stayed awake after outlining his plan, long after the others had drifted away to catch what rest they could. Murdock knew that the responsibility was weighing heavily on him, particularly coming so soon after the reveal of Morrison's betrayal. He found him still looking over the three plastic cups, mentally going over the details of the plan.

"Who has the most to lose from this? Me," he'd pointed out to him. "And I trust you."

"Yeah, I know.. but you're crazy."

"Not that crazy."

Eventually he coaxes a genuine smile out of him, and he pulls him away from the table. "C'mon, you're not gonna do us any favors stayin' up all night."

Face follows him without too much protest, stopping short when he reaches their makeshift sleeping quarters. "What is that?"

"What, that?" Murdock grins, picking up the small stuffed hippo. "Found it with the dolls. Must've gotten mixed in with the wrong shipment."

Face just shakes his head as Murdock pulls him down to sleep, still humming his faux-operatic tune. Eventually, the soft singing changes to a more melancholy melody.

Threaded | Flat

Today there is no black or white... only shades of gray.

He follows along almost reluctantly, watching the bounce of the fluffy hippo on Murdock's shoulder until it rested between them in the nest of blankets and packing material that was serving as a quiet place to get some rest. Sleep was questionable at best, but they were on the jazz... sleep could wait until payback was rendered.

I trust you.

The words weigh more heavily on him than any of his doubts of competency - when it comes down to it, Murdock has always trusted him... and how many times had he been unworthy of that trust?

"Tired?" He asks casually, rocking his shoulders into a comfortable groove.