[ It's one thing to know someone loves you and entirely another to feel it. Murphy's breath catches when Bellamy's adoration washes over him. Its existence isn't new, but for a moment, the depth of it is overwhelming. Murphy doesn't know what to do with it, this full understanding of what he means to Bellamy. He would certainly have doubted it if it was delivered to him in words. Through the bond, though, it can't be denied. And he would never want to push this feeling away, no matter how undeserving of it he knows that he is.
The journey of Bellamy's hand works visible magic over him, tension easing out of Murphy's muscles. Instead of flinching when Bellamy grips his wrists, he relaxes into that hold, and he accepts Bellamy's kiss with all the gratitude of someone who feels very lucky to be where he is. Love like this is rare - rare enough for cynics to say it's impossible - but Murphy believes in it, believes in Bellamy enough to believe in it, and he's sorry he made Bellamy feel anything different. ]
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The journey of Bellamy's hand works visible magic over him, tension easing out of Murphy's muscles. Instead of flinching when Bellamy grips his wrists, he relaxes into that hold, and he accepts Bellamy's kiss with all the gratitude of someone who feels very lucky to be where he is. Love like this is rare - rare enough for cynics to say it's impossible - but Murphy believes in it, believes in Bellamy enough to believe in it, and he's sorry he made Bellamy feel anything different. ]