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[notthatcrazy]

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.

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[notthatcrazy]

"Oh yeah..."

True to his word, he doesn't let up until he's followed him with his own release, resting his head on Face's shoulder as he comes down from the aftershocks.

"That..."

The sentence doesn't seem to have an ending.

[notjustaface]

"Was fucking awesome..." Face half-laughs, grinning dumbly as the ship still spins around them.

"God..." he kisses Murdock's temple, reverently stroking his upper back; "Man..."

[notthatcrazy]

He doesn't say anything for a while, just holding him tightly as he cleans them up as best he can with one of the nearby scraps of cloth.

Reality will creep back in soon enough.

[notjustaface]

Reality, exhaustion, sore bodies... impending doom. It has a way of finding its way back.

"Murdock..." he murmurs, managing to tug his jeans back on before leaving to clean himself up.

"Look, if I uh... if I don't make it through this..."

[notthatcrazy]

"Don't..."

They haven't come this far just to lose each other now.

[notjustaface]

He turns on his hip, grabbing for his discarded shirt to make what little sleep he'll get warmer if nothing else.

"You need to know, man..." he whispers, lips slack with seriousness. "I mean it. I do, you know... I'm not good at saying it or showing it, but I do."

[notthatcrazy]

"Since I'm the one with a higher likelihood of not makin' it out of this, we should be having this conversation the other way 'round."

He feels something lumpy under his head and pulls out the poor scandalized stuffed hippo.

"Next time, let's not do that with an audience."

[notjustaface]

He can't help but smile, brushing another kiss against Murdock's cheek as he makes eye contact with the plush.

"I think think it was a mutually enjoyable bonding experience."

[notthatcrazy]

Pointedly turning the hippo's head away, he returns the kiss with feeling.

"And for the record, you show it just fine."

[notjustaface]

It's easy when they're alone and temptation is the furthest thing from his mind.

"Mmm, I move to seal that record in case of future disagreements."

Meaning, 'I hope your opinion doesn't change, but it probably will.'

[notthatcrazy]

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

Meaning 'I'm still gonna love you even when you screw up.'