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Murphy sits in a corner of Mac's pub, her throat closed around memory while she holds the warm bottle in her hand.
She can't get it out of her head, what Gabriel said about this place being home. It's not. She knows it's not, and she knows that one way or another she'll be leaving. Sooner or later. She can't decide which one she hopes it is.
She takes a brief pull from the bottle and a bite of her sandwich, briefly wondering if she should head to Harry's apartment or back to the hotel to see if Gabriel's come back. She debates calling Harry or yelling for Gabe, because either one will get her some company, but...
Does she even want to talk to anyone right now?
Mac grunts at her, settling another bottle behind her first, which is almost empty. She gives him a faint smile, a twinge of guilt plucking at her for not telling him who she's not.
Murphy gives a little groan and rests her forehead against the lip of the bottle. "What am I going to do."
She can't get it out of her head, what Gabriel said about this place being home. It's not. She knows it's not, and she knows that one way or another she'll be leaving. Sooner or later. She can't decide which one she hopes it is.
She takes a brief pull from the bottle and a bite of her sandwich, briefly wondering if she should head to Harry's apartment or back to the hotel to see if Gabriel's come back. She debates calling Harry or yelling for Gabe, because either one will get her some company, but...
Does she even want to talk to anyone right now?
Mac grunts at her, settling another bottle behind her first, which is almost empty. She gives him a faint smile, a twinge of guilt plucking at her for not telling him who she's not.
Murphy gives a little groan and rests her forehead against the lip of the bottle. "What am I going to do."