If he can give her hope in this place, he will even if he's not sure if he believes this idyllic future they're painting can happen. The banshee thing won't bother him beyond the fact that it will be hard on her and he'll worry about her. He will be there to comfort her though, to make sure that she does learn to deal with it. He has to make his own confessions about Daredevil. They both have potential deal breakers to worry about, to confess. It won't freak him out too much, but he worries that his preternatural senses and night time activities will ruin things as well.

He chuckles, returning the kiss. "No, no. Don't have sympathy for me. I'll cope somehow," he jokes in return.

"Me too." And he's genuine when he says that. It'll be nice to spend the time with her even if it is working.

He stays put as she moves away, head tilted in her direction to catch the soft murmuring then her suggestion in return. He nods a bit. "That sounds perfect. Walk me there? I'll leave my cane here."