Murphy took a step back, his hands raised apologetically. He hadn't been trying to...do anything. He had just been reaching out, really. Physical contact was a thing long denied to him.

"I'm sorry. And...what?" Did...did this kid need medication of some kind? Or did Murphy? He guessed he'd heard stranger things, but...it was hard to reconcile them. This was an entirely different kind of strange, despite what he'd first assumed.

"I'm sorry, you're just not making any sense to me. Are you okay?"