[The thing is that Murphy hates talking like this. Just words, just voice. He has to fake it, did it before to hide his experience with telepathy, does it now to not make anyone uncomfortable. But Quentin expands the narrow breadth of the connection between them, and Murphy loosens. Takes a breath, drops the mask.]
( How many times have you looked after me now? And then I wasn't there when you needed me. )
[No judgement, no pity. Anger and concern present, but muted, woven into a heavy blanket of kinship, understanding. Just wanting to be there. The sense that he won't have the chance to, because he'd let Quentin down once, and that failure means Quentin will now always reach for others instead.]
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( How many times have you looked after me now? And then I wasn't there when you needed me. )
[No judgement, no pity. Anger and concern present, but muted, woven into a heavy blanket of kinship, understanding. Just wanting to be there. The sense that he won't have the chance to, because he'd let Quentin down once, and that failure means Quentin will now always reach for others instead.]