Bro just grunts in response to the first comment, not even bothering to answer it at all. In his mind, Murdoc should get why. He hasn't exactly hidden the fact of how vulnerable he tends to feel without his shades, and here he's suddenly thrust into a situation where he's never felt more vulnerable. It's also been a long time since he's felt this angry and hurt and hell if he's going to let Murdoc see him for how he really feels now of all times. Maybe it's selfish of him, in a way. Letting Murdoc see the good, but hiding when it comes to the bad.
But he can't really be faulted for being upset and not wanting his emotions to be seen now of all times. Not when Murdoc is just being so fucking unreasonable.
And speaking of unreasonable, when Murdoc speaks it feels like a physical punch in the gut. He saw it coming, honestly. With the way this was going, it seemed like the obvious answer. But that doesn't make it hurt any less. It doesn't make him any less angry, because holy shit, is this really what he's hearing? Is this really a thing that's happening right now?
When Murdoc continues, it definitely solidifies that it's a thing and his mouth falls open when Murdoc says that. And any happy feeling that he might've felt isn't there, fury where joy should be. He can't fucking believe that this is how Murdoc is choosing to say that. That fucking word. It's enough to make him want to cry and at the same time punch something. This whole thing is just making him feel like everything has been nothing but a lie. Has Murdoc really considered himself superior this entire fucking time? He just. can't believe it at all.
"Thank you," he says, his voice quivering, whether from rage or some other emotion isn't clear, "for the shittiest confession of love I've ever heard, and for making it downright fucking impossible to even believe it." He just shakes his head and moves, pushing past Murdoc so that he can start heading towards the bedroom where his bags are. "I can't even fucking begin to believe this." He doesn't even know what to say right now. He wants to say more, he wants to fucking argue, but he just... Right now the desire to get out is bigger than the one to argue.
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But he can't really be faulted for being upset and not wanting his emotions to be seen now of all times. Not when Murdoc is just being so fucking unreasonable.
And speaking of unreasonable, when Murdoc speaks it feels like a physical punch in the gut. He saw it coming, honestly. With the way this was going, it seemed like the obvious answer. But that doesn't make it hurt any less. It doesn't make him any less angry, because holy shit, is this really what he's hearing? Is this really a thing that's happening right now?
When Murdoc continues, it definitely solidifies that it's a thing and his mouth falls open when Murdoc says that. And any happy feeling that he might've felt isn't there, fury where joy should be. He can't fucking believe that this is how Murdoc is choosing to say that. That fucking word. It's enough to make him want to cry and at the same time punch something. This whole thing is just making him feel like everything has been nothing but a lie. Has Murdoc really considered himself superior this entire fucking time? He just. can't believe it at all.
"Thank you," he says, his voice quivering, whether from rage or some other emotion isn't clear, "for the shittiest confession of love I've ever heard, and for making it downright fucking impossible to even believe it." He just shakes his head and moves, pushing past Murdoc so that he can start heading towards the bedroom where his bags are. "I can't even fucking begin to believe this." He doesn't even know what to say right now. He wants to say more, he wants to fucking argue, but he just... Right now the desire to get out is bigger than the one to argue.