"I'm glad one of us thinks so."

It was hard, not to be self deprecating. But if Gabe wanted to think so, Murphy wasn't going to argue. He wanted to be worth something. To someone, anyone. He could hardly remember what that even felt like.

And praying sounded oddly comforting. He'd been trying, more and more lately.

"Why don't you start us off?" he asked, not sure he could bear to address God on his own right now.