Murphy didn't know why Gabe was laughing, but he didn't care. It wasn't like he was being laughed at.
"I don't think I care anymore. About...a reason or anything like that. But I'm angry. I'm pissed off and I hurt and I never care about much when I'm like that." He sniffled, acutely aware of how tired he was. But it was true. Right now he didn't give a damn what reason there was for any of the torments he'd suffered. His pain overwhelmed him, it always had.
All his nightmare adventure had done for him was allow him to accept that Charlie was gone, and that his own revenge had been an empty and selfish gesture. Those weren't even cold comforts to take with him into the night.
"God, I don't know how you put up with me. I'm a pretty miserable son of a bitch, huh?" He pulled away then, wiping his wet eyes and swallowing thickly. It was his own way of asking for that help, because he knew damn well he couldn't pull his soul up out of the gutter on his own.
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"I don't think I care anymore. About...a reason or anything like that. But I'm angry. I'm pissed off and I hurt and I never care about much when I'm like that." He sniffled, acutely aware of how tired he was. But it was true. Right now he didn't give a damn what reason there was for any of the torments he'd suffered. His pain overwhelmed him, it always had.
All his nightmare adventure had done for him was allow him to accept that Charlie was gone, and that his own revenge had been an empty and selfish gesture. Those weren't even cold comforts to take with him into the night.
"God, I don't know how you put up with me. I'm a pretty miserable son of a bitch, huh?" He pulled away then, wiping his wet eyes and swallowing thickly. It was his own way of asking for that help, because he knew damn well he couldn't pull his soul up out of the gutter on his own.