[There's a lot of things he could say to that. That Bellamy's idea of a fighting chance was seriously skewed. That being a janitor was probably better than having an alien bug in your head. That it wasn't the Ark which wasn't made for letting them win, but the whole damn multiverse.
But he looks at Bellamy's expression and swallows those words down. Cynicism was practical, had kept Murphy alive further than maybe he should have managed, but he knows it all and so does Bellamy. Neither of them need him to say it in this moment. His mouth tugs, instead.]
Yeah, somehow I doubt you were any good at that. Janitoring.
[He thinks of Bellamy with a mop in hand and can only imagine it shortly being used as a weapon. But he's done alright on this weird attempt at bandaging, as much as Murphy's sure he doesn't need it. The second wrap's as comfortable as the first as he stretches his hand, tests it.]
no subject
But he looks at Bellamy's expression and swallows those words down. Cynicism was practical, had kept Murphy alive further than maybe he should have managed, but he knows it all and so does Bellamy. Neither of them need him to say it in this moment. His mouth tugs, instead.]
Yeah, somehow I doubt you were any good at that. Janitoring.
[He thinks of Bellamy with a mop in hand and can only imagine it shortly being used as a weapon. But he's done alright on this weird attempt at bandaging, as much as Murphy's sure he doesn't need it. The second wrap's as comfortable as the first as he stretches his hand, tests it.]
Thanks.