[ Bellamy's eyes roll in response. The urge to snap back rises, obvious if Murphy cared to look, but he swallows it back. Murphy's frustration is palpable; the itch settles into Bellamy's skin secondhand. ]
Fine.
[ No more questions. Winging it at this point is haphazard enough to make Bellamy wary, but the alternate is just endlessly squabbling about his approach. It seems counterproductive. ]
Lean back. I'll tell you about the Minotaur.
[ Because of course Bellamy's going to pick a crusty old myth. ]
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Fine.
[ No more questions. Winging it at this point is haphazard enough to make Bellamy wary, but the alternate is just endlessly squabbling about his approach. It seems counterproductive. ]
Lean back. I'll tell you about the Minotaur.
[ Because of course Bellamy's going to pick a crusty old myth. ]