[ He doesn't feel better about himself for expressing gratitude. He doesn't feel better about what he did to Murphy. He doesn't feel better about any of it, but.
i know i helped u but dont feel like u need to check up on me or feel like u need to make sure im okay or holding up i can take care of myself. and im fine.
That's not why I'm checking up on you I'm just doing it. And yeah, I get that I'm probably the last person you'd ever be real with about whether or not you're okay but I'm asking anyway
I'm sure you're doing a spectacular job of it but yeah I wanna drink with you.
I realize considering at one point my dick was in your hand it might seem like I'm trying to come on to you right now but Just for the record, it ain't for that.
[She wraps it around her neck quickly and starts to drop her chin, trying to double check that her line isn't visible. It isn't a longterm fix, but hopefully it can get them back to his apartment before anyone notices that someone just happens to be wearing a bulky scarf around their neck.]
Can you walk a little ahead? Just to keep a look out. [She itsn't sure how much time she would have, but Murphy's quick on his feet. If someone goes down, he'll do what he has to so she could get away. That much she knows.]
Hold on. [ Murphy takes a careful look at her, leans in closer to fluff out the scarf and pulls the shirt (or jacket) underneath up a little to further hide the line down her neck. Once he is satisfied, Murphy takes a step back. ]
Alright. I'll lead, you walk behind me. Don't look guilty. You're a good submissive and I'm...a confident dom. [ At least they can pretend the part so not much attention is steered in their direction. ] We'll go back to our place and figure out what the hell to do next.
[ murphy’s not as skilled a liar as he thinks, or maybe jack isn’t as unkeen of an observer as most people would like him to be, but he knows what he’s saying when murphy lolls his head back. Perhaps just because he’s don’t it often enough himself. So much of this boy resonates in jack, but murphy’s far more brave than jack’s ever been. ]
To say I’m sorry.
[ he murmurs, quiet and sheepish, looking down at the bedsheets under his empty hands, swallowing back against a lump in his throat. No one’s in here, no one’s listening, and even if they were, tehy wouldn’t give a shit, and still, that anxiety creeps up jack’s spine.
[She lets him adjust what she's wearing, trusting his judgment. It's almost instinct to want to fix it herself, but she knows she has to trust him on this. It's a good first steps to a plan, and for once she isn't arguing or fighting. Raven is completely okay with doing what needs to be done to get them the hell back to the apartment.
So after he heads out of the alley, she pokes out before following behind him, head bent. Everything in her wants to scream, buck the system, do something, but all she can do is be a good sub and follow behind him.]
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