[This isn't like the infirmary. Murphy could say that, immediate, use it to shrug Bellamy off and push away. He isn't sick, isn't caught between memories and nightmares, unable to untangle them from what's real. He isn't alone. Not the way Bellamy had been alone.
Instead he's thinking about how Bellamy hadn't been that bad this time, using his power only a few days ago. They'd been able to prepare for it. Hold him grounded before he even slipped. Murphy doesn't know if he could consider this the same, keep that as the reason for how he's already turning toward it. The sudden, sharp wish that he could see Bellamy's face.
He doesn't say anything. He doesn't want to say anything, try to frame it in words. He just nods, slight, once. Then he's focussing away. Inside. Concentrating on letting his walls crack just enough, trying to make sure they don't crumble entirely.]
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Instead he's thinking about how Bellamy hadn't been that bad this time, using his power only a few days ago. They'd been able to prepare for it. Hold him grounded before he even slipped. Murphy doesn't know if he could consider this the same, keep that as the reason for how he's already turning toward it. The sudden, sharp wish that he could see Bellamy's face.
He doesn't say anything. He doesn't want to say anything, try to frame it in words. He just nods, slight, once. Then he's focussing away. Inside. Concentrating on letting his walls crack just enough, trying to make sure they don't crumble entirely.]