[ They're clones, Murphy knows this but Jack has softer features. His face is smooth, not weathered away. Jack's hair is short and usually combed. And those soft blue eyes, they look so sad and desperate now.
His anger flickers for a moment. Murphy's hurt but he can't tell what is hurting more, his body or the pang of pain on his heart. But he can't, he's already looking pathetic, vulnerable and weak. Murphy needs to keep some of his dignity, whatever that is left in any case. ]
Why are you here, then [ , Murphy asks, his voice already going wet. He leans back, rests his head against the pillow so he can look up at the ceiling. The sting of his eyes, tears can't roll down his cheek if he's laying like this.
Maybe gravity won't be a bitch to him right now. ]
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His anger flickers for a moment. Murphy's hurt but he can't tell what is hurting more, his body or the pang of pain on his heart. But he can't, he's already looking pathetic, vulnerable and weak. Murphy needs to keep some of his dignity, whatever that is left in any case. ]
Why are you here, then [ , Murphy asks, his voice already going wet. He leans back, rests his head against the pillow so he can look up at the ceiling. The sting of his eyes, tears can't roll down his cheek if he's laying like this.
Maybe gravity won't be a bitch to him right now. ]