Thursday, 3:07 pm

Murdock put a chair in the shower, then helped Face sit down on it. It had been a long time since he had seen him this exhausted. Hard to believe that Hannibal had let it come to this.

"Come on, Face, you gotta take these rags off."

"They're not rags," Face protested tiredly, hanging in the chair, trying not to move any muscles he didn't need for immediate survival. "They're designer training wear."

"Well, they're rags now," Murdock said, "and you gotta take them off."

"Why? I'm dirty, they're dirty, we can both use a shower."

Murdock shrugged. If you looked at it like that... But he knelt down and at least pulled off Face's shoes. "I'll make you something to eat, Muchacho."

Face dropped his head forward, but didn't seem to have the energy to raise it again to complete the nod.

Murdock turned the shower on, then left for the kitchen, where he prepared everything for scrambled eggs with fried bacon. Strictly speaking that was breakfast, but breakfast was the only thing Murdock knew how to cook. And hot tea, Murdock decided. Face could surely do with a big cup of hot tea.

While searching the cabinets for tea, Murdock thought about two nights ago. What exactly had happened that night? How far had they gone?

That Amy had a weak spot for Face was no secret; not to Murdock, anyway. The way she spoke of and looked at him, the way she passed judgement on him and the things he did. As well as the way she looked at his assorted girlfriends, talked about them, and judged them. It was not hard to guess what was going on inside her head.

As for Face... Murdock was not sure about Face's feelings for Amy, but if nothing else he knew how little resistance Face had when it came to pretty women. – And Amy was nothing if not pretty.

So what exactly had happened that night?

TBC