It was warm and Murdock was taking full advantage of it to make up for the lack of work the winter weather had caused.

Drywall was being set and left to dry as he alternated with painting and a radio was putting out classic rock tunes.

Houston was somewhere rooting around outside, occasionally ducking back in to check on his human. He'd been acting quite strange all weekend, even more so than normal, and Houston felt the need to make sure Murdock was still himself.

Murdock was certain the whole weekend had been a dream. A paranoid, neurotic hypochondriac? Him? That was even less believable than Captain Cab.

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