[ @spookyddevil l continued from here.]
Honestly, Nathan hadn’t come up with this move. Somebody had done it to him first, much to his chagrin. But it was a slow night and Daredevil seemed as quiet as the city. They’ve been patrolling together a couple nights a week for a little while now. First out of coincidence. Then because Nathan kept coming back. There was something about Daredevil that he couldn’t put his finger on, that intrigued him.
Not to mention his ass didn’t quit in the red suit.
It’s bolstering to see some of the tension come away from his shoulders. He squeezes back when the fingers laced with his tighten and he doesn’t make any move to let go. He looks out at the city when prompted, huffs a small breath. A chuckle, but not quite. Like he doesn’t remember how to laugh.
“Like a date?” He questions, humming. “Yeah. I’m alright with that. You gonna come out of the suit? I’d feel like a dick if I you saw me without my guns for once.” A small tease, a little joke, to try and ease the way.
