[ The tension coiled in every muscle of Murphy's body finally begins to unwind as he sags against Bellamy. With that relief comes a fresh wave of tears, but at least he doesn't feel any more screams building in his chest. With Bellamy's arms around him, he's close to convinced the nightmare really is over. He's back home. They both are. Does the explanation matter? ]
It wasn't real.
[ Behind the immediate memory of his brutal death, a whole other life stretches out across more than a century. Something got into his head and told a lie about a world where he had everything except this.
Bellamy missed him, too. He can't take that for granted. This could have easily been an entirely different reunion. If this life mattered to him a little less. If the other one seemed a little truer. Murphy holds him carefully, afraid to see anything deeper. If there's any part of Bellamy that wishes he hadn't come back, he's not ready to confront it. ]
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It wasn't real.
[ Behind the immediate memory of his brutal death, a whole other life stretches out across more than a century. Something got into his head and told a lie about a world where he had everything except this.
Bellamy missed him, too. He can't take that for granted. This could have easily been an entirely different reunion. If this life mattered to him a little less. If the other one seemed a little truer. Murphy holds him carefully, afraid to see anything deeper. If there's any part of Bellamy that wishes he hadn't come back, he's not ready to confront it. ]