He does one sweep around the room to make sure he's gotten everything. If there's anything that could've solidified the decision of leaving, it's Murdoc's next words and he moves towards his bag to slam it closed. He's so angry right now that it's a physical effort not to shake, but he's trying not to. he doesn't want Murdoc to know how effected he is by this. But the truth is he's never been so angry and hurt in recent memory and the fact that Murdoc doesn't seem to care, doesn't seem to get it... that's the hardest part to deal with this.
Because it would be one thing if he did, if he actually seemed apologetic. They could work through it if he did. But Murdoc doesn't fucking care and he doesn't see how they can get through this because he can't just get over this. He just fucking can't.
When Murdoc steps around him, he has to clench his fists to stop himself from doing something like shove him. He doesn't want to look at him, and the last thing he wants to do right now is kiss him, but suddenly Murdoc's lips are on his. For a brief moment, he leans into it on sheer instinct. A part of him wants this to be okay, he wants to just go back to normal and for a very brief moment, he gives into the kiss. But then his mind comes back to him and he pulls away, his lips curling up in disgust.
Before he can even stop himself, he's pulling back his fist and swinging it hard at Murdoc's nose.
"That's all I fuckin' am to you, isn't it?" and it's his turn to yell. "Nothing but a good fuck, because it's really fucking obvious that you have no respect for me beyond that!" His voice is loud and shaky and that's when the hurt finally comes through in his tone. He moves around Murdoc and closes his bag, slinging it over his shoulder before he moves to head for the door. "You are not. fucking better than me."
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Because it would be one thing if he did, if he actually seemed apologetic. They could work through it if he did. But Murdoc doesn't fucking care and he doesn't see how they can get through this because he can't just get over this. He just fucking can't.
When Murdoc steps around him, he has to clench his fists to stop himself from doing something like shove him. He doesn't want to look at him, and the last thing he wants to do right now is kiss him, but suddenly Murdoc's lips are on his. For a brief moment, he leans into it on sheer instinct. A part of him wants this to be okay, he wants to just go back to normal and for a very brief moment, he gives into the kiss. But then his mind comes back to him and he pulls away, his lips curling up in disgust.
Before he can even stop himself, he's pulling back his fist and swinging it hard at Murdoc's nose.
"That's all I fuckin' am to you, isn't it?" and it's his turn to yell. "Nothing but a good fuck, because it's really fucking obvious that you have no respect for me beyond that!" His voice is loud and shaky and that's when the hurt finally comes through in his tone. He moves around Murdoc and closes his bag, slinging it over his shoulder before he moves to head for the door. "You are not. fucking better than me."