[It doesn't spook him anymore, this level of closeness with Bellamy. Maybe he should worry about that, getting too used to this. Right now it doesn't rise as a concern.
Bellamy fills space like breathing in after being without air for too long. It should be too much, should be crushing in the space of his mind, and yet Murphy feels like something loosens in his chest. Unknots. His grief is quiet, the storm still present but slowed, heavy with the weight of death, guilt, frustration. Bellamy still bears under it, steady, warmth emanating outwards, the ghost of his heartbeat strong in Murphy's chest.
Murphy's closed his eyes without thinking, opens them again at the question, a dull splinter of annoyance that Bellamy's even asking. Pushing Murphy to admit he was wrong. But that isn't it, and Murphy knows it. He sighs.]
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Bellamy fills space like breathing in after being without air for too long. It should be too much, should be crushing in the space of his mind, and yet Murphy feels like something loosens in his chest. Unknots. His grief is quiet, the storm still present but slowed, heavy with the weight of death, guilt, frustration. Bellamy still bears under it, steady, warmth emanating outwards, the ghost of his heartbeat strong in Murphy's chest.
Murphy's closed his eyes without thinking, opens them again at the question, a dull splinter of annoyance that Bellamy's even asking. Pushing Murphy to admit he was wrong. But that isn't it, and Murphy knows it. He sighs.]
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