Hannibal picked up the small pilot and carried him upstairs. After violent episodes Murdock was always shaky and submissive and Hannibal lay Murdock on his bed before searching for the first aid kit kept in Murdock's room for when these sort of things happened.

It was then Hannibal realised what had been bothering Murdock Hannibal had cuts and bite marks on his hands and face. Shrugging off the damage, it was only superficial and would heal quickly. Murdock had done more damage to himself specifically his face, deeper cuts which could get infected if not cleaned.

Murdock shied away from Hannibal as he reached for Murdock's face.
"Let me clean the cuts, they'll get infected" the Colonel said trying to sound commanding.
He rubbed antiseptic wipes over the cuts on the pilot's arms and face, bandaging up a particularly bad one, luckily most of Murdock's injuries would heal easily he shuddered as he remembered the time Murdock's medication had been changed and he became convinced he'd been possessed by aliens and sliced his arms open with a pen knife in attempt to remove the blood he perceived as infected, it was lucky Face had found him, or Murdock would have died. Fortunately these instances only happened every couple of months now he had come off his medication completely he had improved massively.

Murdock had finally stopped stuttering his apologies, his wild eyes focused on Hannibal's calm blue ones. Remembering the time he had almost lost Murdock effected Hannibal and he felt the distance between them close. Hannibal reached forward to put his hand on Murdock's waist but as he did so he knocked the first aid kit on the floor. The loud bang against the floorboards snapped them both back to reality.

Hannibal leapt of Murdock's bed, unsure of what to do. He reluctant to leave Murdock alone in this state but he didn't trust himself to stay.

"Were you going to kiss me Colonel?" Murdock asked a confused look on his face.
Hannibal groaned "I never meant for you to know that I...mmph" he was cut of by Murdock launching himself at him and kissing him.

Hannibal stopped thinking he kissed back with force throwing Murdock back on the bed. By the time he regained his senses he was on top of Murdock again. It took all his self control to pull himself away.
"Hey" Murdock protested as Hannibal drew back.
"I'm sorry Murdock" he whispered, "You don't want this I know that."
"But I do Hannibal" Murdock argued.
"No you're not thinking straight and you want comfort not me. I won't take advantage of you." He said his voice coming out less convincing than he wanted, he forced himself to get off Murdock. He practically ran out the room. A full two seconds after closing the door to his own room he slipped his hand in his pants. Not knowing Murdock was doing the same in the room opposite.