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You're the only person I would tell.

[ Though he's done Bellamy wrong, Murphy loves him fiercely. He's not even trying to hide it, despite the anxiousness that seems to accompany that emotion. Murphy's always one wrong step away from losing everything, and he feels it. ]

You were the only one I had for a long time.

[jettisons]

[If Bellamy is honest with himself, it's a little overwhelming. The only other person he's really experienced the empathy bond with in any significant way is Clarke, and everything she felt for him was expected.

The anxiety and fear he's feeling from Murphy is the part he really can't shake, the part he hasn't been able to shake since Murphy got here. He doesn't know how to alleviate it. Maybe he can't. And there's no point hiding his creeping guilt, especially not from Murphy, who now seems able to guess how he'll feel and react with little effort.]

I'm holding you to that.

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[ Murphy smirks and squeezes Bellamy's hand, almost like they're shaking on it. He doesn't let go just yet. ]

Did you still wanna see it?

[ Their history. ]

[jettisons]

[He's quiet for a moment, considering it. It was Clarke's suggestion, but Bellamy's not sure it'll actually help. In fact, it might just throw him off more.]

Like you said, seeing it isn't the same as living it.

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Yeah.

[ A good amount of Murphy's anxiety suddenly lifts in the moment just before he releases Bellamy's hand. ]

We don't need it.

[jettisons]

[That gets Bellamy to ease up too, tension draining from his shoulders. It's a step.]

I don't feel like listening to you whine about algae.

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[ Now, at last, Murphy picks up the bottle again. ]

What would you rather hear me whine about?

[jettisons]

Nothing.

[But he's not going to get off that easy, so—]

Work would be a new one.

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I like my work.

[ So there. He takes a swig from the bottle, then offers it to Bellamy. ]

[jettisons]

Positivity? How much did you drink?

[But he'll take the bottle and drink, too.]

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Have you tried anything I made yet? Because if you did, you'd understand.

[jettisons]

Is that an offer?

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Are you hungry?

[jettisons]

Sure.

[He actually didn't eat at all during his shift, but. Details.]

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Alright.

[ Murphy picks himself up off the bed, beckoning for Bellamy to follow. ]

Let's feed you.

[jettisons]

[And Bellamy does follow, faintly amused.]

Where'd you learn how to cook?

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[ Now that he's walking, Murphy's drunken wobble becomes slightly more obvious. But he's fine. He's perky - at least, as perky as Murphy ever gets - because he's only good at three (3) things and cooking is one of them. ]

When you're locked in a bunker by yourself for three months, you learn to get creative with MREs.

[ Time to peek in the fridge and see what their options are. ]

Even better with fresh food.

[jettisons]

[Instinctively, Bellamy reaches out to steady Murphy when he leans a bit too much to one side. Is this a good idea? Maybe not, but it'll be fun to watch.]

I've eaten enough of that crap to last a few lifetimes.

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[ Murphy turns a crooked grin to Bellamy and swoons on purpose now, jostling him playfully. ]

What're you in the mood for?

[jettisons]

Surprise me.

[Bellamy smirks, swatting his hand away.]

If you fall on your ass, I'm not helping you up.

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You ungrateful asshole.

[ He means that in the most loving way. Returning his attention to the fridge, Murphy digs through the contents of it that aren't leftovers until he has a reasonable number of ingredients. Time to slap something together! ]

[jettisons]

Maybe I'll change my mind once I try your food.

[Bribe him, Murphy.]

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[ Maybe he will. ]

Gonna stand there and watch?

[ Not that Murphy needs much help. There isn't a whole lot of variety when it comes to ingredients. He can manage a stirfry of fridge scraps all on his own. ]

[jettisons]

Yep. Doesn't count if I help.

[Because he's such an expert on cooking.]

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Yeah, you'd ruin it.

[ It's a flurry of movement, Murphy darting from the cabinets to the stove to the fridge, rescuing neglected produce and mixing up sauces that appear to have only been used once or twice since they were bought. About ten minutes later, he's spooning out a portion of vegetable stirfry for Bellamy and another for himself. Incredibly, he doesn't fumble once. Either he could do this in his sleep or he's accustomed to cooking while absolutely wasted. ]

Here.

[ He thrusts one bowl at Bellamy's chest. Eat, eat, eat. ]