There is something awfully amiss about Clarke. Her mannerisms, the way she's been twirling her hair around her finger. That's just not something she ever did before. It was startling when she took his side, called him John no less.
That bit was the most unsettling part.
The others had left, left Murphy to his own devices. Drinking. That's what he's been doing when people left him alone, drinking is something he picked up when he came back from the dead. He's hoping he can drink so much that the memories of what he saw would cease to exist. Sadly, that isn't going to happen anytime soon.
He's in the middle of taking another sip when Clarke sits across from him. "I don't know what you're trying to do here, Clarke. But I'm not falling for it," Murphy says, petulantly. Face deadpan and blankly stares at her.
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That bit was the most unsettling part.
The others had left, left Murphy to his own devices. Drinking. That's what he's been doing when people left him alone, drinking is something he picked up when he came back from the dead. He's hoping he can drink so much that the memories of what he saw would cease to exist. Sadly, that isn't going to happen anytime soon.
He's in the middle of taking another sip when Clarke sits across from him. "I don't know what you're trying to do here, Clarke. But I'm not falling for it," Murphy says, petulantly. Face deadpan and blankly stares at her.