Murdoc doesn't know that for sure, and he doesn't want to put his hope or his heart on a maybe. Yet, he feels himself doing it anyway. Just hopelessly and desperately assuming everything okay, because it needs to be okay. He's come so far. If it doesn't work out he doesn't know how far he'll regress.

He tightens his lips, annoyed at himself for gasping like that. He didn't want to turn tonight into..that. Even if he'd hoped it would come to it. Being teased for it makes him flustered and his face reddens as he frowns.

"Your hands went there first, remember?" He raises an eyebrow and stares him down. He knows Bro is joking, but he doesn't want him to feel that way at all. As much as he'd like to say yes, something about it seems so desperate and not at all romantic. He shakes his head and hates himself for it. "I'll live."