170. want to talk but the words get stuck in my throat

[boughtyourhouse]

HARDEST WORDS TO SAY

Sometimes the hardest things to say are also the most important. It doesn't matter how much it scares you to do so, it's finally time to be honest.

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[4_thee_my_lord]

*Seeing Donna's friend walk out of Rocco's building, smiling cheerfuly and clearly still showing she's up to a couple of cring-worthy propositions, worries Murphy. Aside from the fact that Rayvie is coming to him... He's worried that Donna might be around.*

*Tonight of all nights.*

*The night when he finds himself knocking at Rocco's place, his bag with a few belongings hanging from his shoulder*

[dukefuckinwayne]

[Yeah, unfortunately? She was home. Well, unfortunate for Murphy. Rocco felt pretty good about it since, for once, Donna was mostly sober and in one hell of a good mood. Murphy could probably hear his voice muffled through the door, but it sounded cheerful and like maybe he was telling some kind of joke.]

[That cheerful grin kind of faded when he opened the door and saw Murphy standing there with a bag over his shoulder, replaced with worry.]

Murph'? You okay?

[4_thee_my_lord]

Hey, Roc'. *his voice was a quiet one, Murphy's eyes focused over the Italian's shoulder and into his apartment.*

I just-- *he shrugged, not able to ask what he had come for. Not now.* I was goin' ta the bar, thought of checkin' if yeh were comin'.

[dukefuckinwayne]

You always go to the bar carrying a bag, Murph'?

[He leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed.] What's going on?

[4_thee_my_lord]

*Murphy's gaze finally met Rocco's. Briefly. It was soon focused down on their feet.*

I need somewhere ta crash at.

[dukefuckinwayne]

Alright, man... how come? You and Connor get into some kinda fight or what? [He motioned that Murphy step in.]

Get your ass inside.

[4_thee_my_lord]

Guess yeh could say so. *Murphy huffed, walking into the apartment, too ashamed to explain himself any further. Not now, not that Rocco had company. That particular company.*

[dukefuckinwayne]

Do you want to step out for awhile, man? You can drop your bag off here and we can take a walk around or whatever... [Knew how Murphy felt about Donna and he didn't want to be around any bickering tonight. Especially if there was something really wrong here.]

You can tell me what the fuck's going on.

[4_thee_my_lord]

*Murphy kneeled down to pet Skippy, who apparently had a feline sixth sense and decided he needed a specially affectionate greeting tonight. Or maybe the cat was just hungry.*

*Either way, he nodded at Rocco's words and dropped his bag against a wall.*

Aye, I could do with a walk. *he straightened up, palms resting on his lower back.*

*He could feel Donna's eyes stabbing him already.*

[dukefuckinwayne]

[Rocco looked over, shrugging at Donna when she turned a questioning look to him. Probably wondering why the hell Murphy had shown up tonight of all nights...]

Yeah, okay, Murph'. Let's go. [He paused to grab his coat and call out to Donna that he'd be out for a few minutes, getting the door for them both and motioning Murphy out.] Want to head to Doc's or what, man?

[4_thee_my_lord]

*Murphy quickly rushed out of Rocco's place, waited for him on the hallway as he assured his on and off love of his fucken' life that his testicles would be back in her hands soon.*

Aye, sure. *except, Connor might be there...* Actually-- Jus' a walk would be good. *they could always get a beer somewhere else on the road*

[dukefuckinwayne]

Yeah, okay. [He slipped his hands into his pockets, going to follow the other.] So are you going to tell me what's got you two fighting, man? Or are you gonna keep me in suspense?

[4_thee_my_lord]

*Murphy couldn't help looking back over his shoulder, making sure that the apartment was well behind them, that the hallway was empty.*

*His voice was quiet nevertheless.*

He knows, Roc'.

[dukefuckinwayne]

Wait [He paused, almost nervously.] What are you... About--?

[Well, there were only so many things he could be referring to, but...]

[4_thee_my_lord]

*Murphy stayed quiet, surprised by the fact that the other even needed to ask.*

Yer not that fucken' stupid, yeh know what I'm talkin' about.

Dude, i thought for a second ljlogin was working... but then it stopped again. It's toying with us.

[dukefuckinwayne]

Well, how the fuck did he find out, Murphy? I mean - what the fuck happened? You gotta give me some details here, man.