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“I get emails from a raccoon. Nothing sounds crazy anymore.”

Encore. 💔

Arrived.

Side eye.

Natasha stood up and took his hand. "Show me the way."

"I'll allow, Murdock." she told half-seriously.

"Oh." she nodded. "Surprise me, Devil."

"What do you mean?" she asked confused.

"I'm not saying no."

She nodded.

"Totally." She frowned. "I mean, can you open a book halfway or a quarter of the way?" She asked confusedly.

"No, I mean you might could keep your secrets from the big audience but not from me. You were like an open book since the minute we've met."

She giggled. "You never had secrets, Murdock..."

"I am simply quiet, Matt." She shrugged. "At this point there is nothing you don't know about me."

"Nope." She leaned closer. "Somethimes staring to the distance doesn't mean anything, Murdock."

Natasha frowned. "I couldn't tell you."

"There is nothing wrong with them. But they are on your face and that's what you asked. Okay, well, on your head actually." She shrugged. "But still count."

"Yeah." Natasha nodded. "Glasses."

*watches silently*