Duplicity IC Inbox [ un: jbenjamin ]

[cicatrize]

you've reached jack benjamin. clearly, I have better things to do.

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[cicatrize]

Slow down. She being whom?

[mofi]

johanna.
shes gone
and shes not coming back
they wont say anything else
and i pissed off raven
now im here alone.
this shit always happens to me

[ Ya boy having a panic attack. ]

[cicatrize]

You are not here alone.
Come up to my place.
We'll figure something out about Johanna.
Are you in the hotel?

[mofi]

idk what i can do
i dont think theres anything we can do
they can just do whatever the fuck they want
and we cant do anything about it

im
yeah im in my place
ill
come up

fuck

[cicatrize]

Come here first. We'll worry about that together.

Thank you. Door's open.

[ and while murphy travels, jack takes to digging up everything that's been on the network about people abruptly disappearing, and what LIEs has said about it. ]

[mofi]

okay

[ Murphy doesn't bother with anything else. He puts the device in his pocket and musters up the energy to leave his apartment. His chest is tight and his head feels like it's swimming.

It's hard to tell if things are real around him, things just feel off. A weird and inexplicable feeling. Sounds are far away and the lights are brighter than usual. The elevator ride is skin-crawlingly slow and he practically leaps out before the doors completely slide open when it takes him up to Jack's floor.

His hand is shaking and clenches it into a tight fist. That doesn't help too much, there's hardly a difference so he shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket. ]

Jack. [ Murphy sounds desperate. ] I'm here.

[cicatrize]

[ Jack had been waiting for him, a drink in his hand, another set out for murphy on the coffee table, but he abandons both when his friend walks through his door.

Pacing across the room, jack pulls murphy immediately against his chest, arms wrapping around his shoulders, a palm soft at the back of his head to hold him close. Yeah, he knows murphy hates people seeing him sad or hurt or scared, but fuck that, honestly.

Just shut up and hug him, you bitch. ]

[mofi]

[ Murphy looks as miserable as he sounds. He wants to protest when Jack envelopes him in a hug, nice and comforting but Murphy doesn't. They're cheek to cheek and it doesn't bother Murphy. He soaks in the warmth, wants it to warm the cold that has settled into his bones.

It takes a few seconds but his arms raise and wrap around Jack. ]

I keep fucking up. [ Murphy whispers because anything higher is risking it. He doesn't want to cry, just wants to keep that bottled up. ]

[cicatrize]

[ jack’s arms tighten around him when he feels murphy’s raise up to circle him, a hand in his hair stroking softly and another at his back sweeping up and down over his spine. ]

This isn’t your fault. [ jack murmurs softly against his cheek, pausing to press a kiss there, and another, ] You’d never send her away from here if you had a choice, Johanna knows that.