Midnighter closes his eyes, shuts his mouth, lightly presses his lips to Marcus' knuckles, his fingers, his fingertips. Anything to distract him, to keep him from blurting out I love you. "I'm hard to kill," he says softly. "And believe me, it's not from lack of assholes trying their best. Got some new problems, is all. As much as I don't know important shit, your... religion, all that, I know fights. I'll pull through." He looks up, "for you."