He doesn't stop her from taking his hands in hers. His fingers had been worrying the edges of the blanket earlier, unable to be still, so it was nice in some ways to have someone else's soft fingers play with his instead. Kate much like himself was a tactile person, so he wasn't surprised she'd reached out to him. It was a simple, easy way to soothe, to have a moment of connection. He gave her hands a little squeeze in return.

His knuckles ached in a way that he knew they were freshly dented. Heather was going to have questions about them. About how he was looking most nights these days. How was he supposed to explain why going to the office to work every night ended in injury? If he was honest with himself, he can't.

There wasn't any way he could see moving in together ending well if he wasn't honest, but if he was honest, wouldn't she hate him for being Daredevil?

A problem for the morning. For now they were still on Clint. "I said the city was lucky. I get it. Do you take anything in your tea?"