He let out a hum at her words, nodding. He was quiet for another few moments, staring up at the ceiling, before he looked down when she took him by the hand. He didn't object, instead opting to just give it a squeeze. It was... comforting. Bro had grown used to more physical affection lately. A few months ago he wouldn't have known what to do. But now he can take it for what it is, and it makes him feel slightly better.

Bro knew he owed her an explanation, though. As much as he wanted to sleep, he couldn't. And she was right- maybe... Maybe talking about it would make him feel better. The way his stomach twisted as he thought about it said otherwise, but that wasn't exactly a good indicator as to how he would feel after talking about it. Either way he had to tell her, because he couldn't just show up at her house like this and go to bed right after she'd healed him. That would've been fucking rude as hell.

So finally, he drew in a breath and let it out. Giving her hand another squeeze but not looking directly at her, he finally spoke. "We had a fight- Murdoc and I."