[In his tiny new cell, Murphy feels the pulse of apology and guilt in Bellamy's head and rolls his eyes heaven(ground)ward, then yanks his pain out of Bellamy's hold. He doesn't need any help with it, just like he doesn't need any apologies for Bellamy being over the other side of the room when Murphy was getting a surprise meal tray to the face.]
(A day, if this place is anything like the Skybox.)
[He drops onto the cot, tucking his hands behind his head, examining the smooth black surface of the ceiling.]
(Hey, at least they dragged Yan in here too. Now we can both get some sleep.)
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( A day, if this place is anything like the Skybox. )
[He drops onto the cot, tucking his hands behind his head, examining the smooth black surface of the ceiling.]
( Hey, at least they dragged Yan in here too. Now we can both get some sleep. )