"For all you know, there could be clouds gathering for a sudden downpour," I call out in return. Not the most sensitive of statements, true, but sometimes being a little left of center is both the most honest and the most appropriate for a situation. Or maybe I'm giving myself an excuse— the point is, seeing Matt Murdock wave and talk about the weather is the sort of thing that could make a person laugh. Too boy next door for a man that's anything but.

I try my best to squeeze the water out of my hair, which normally hands down to my shoulder blades. Still haven't brought myself to cut it yet.

"But for now, I guess there isn't a cloud in the sky. And if there is, you know who you're talking to. Someone who doesn't care too much about weather, since she can't sunbathe too often anymore."