[open/closed]

[jettisons]

WHO: Bellamy + others
WHERE: All over New Amsterdam, plus some dreamscapes
WHEN: IC May
WHAT: Catchall! Closed and open starters. Hit me up at cephalopods if you want one!
NOTES OR WARNINGS: (Dreamed) death, general trauma

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[reproached]

"The dream."

Their connection. Their shared mindspace. Whatever. It feels awfully fragile and likely to betray Murphy's secrets at any moment. He's lucky it wasn't Clarke's body he tripped over.

[jettisons]

"Alright."

He gets it, so no more questions. He just... tries to focus on ending the dream, on pushing back to consciousness.

There's nothing shocking or earth-shattering about it. One moment, they're outside, the sun shining and wind rustling through the plants, and the next, Bellamy is blinking awake in bed, Murphy beside him. Did that work for both of them, or just him?

[reproached]

It worked, although Murphy's slow to open his eyes. Neither unconsciousness nor waking seem very appealing to him right now. He'd like a third option, to escape somewhere. Maybe the bottom of a bottle.

His brow creases, his lashes twitch and flutter, and finally he chances a look over to Bellamy.

[jettisons]

Bellamy only looks over when Murphy does, and for the first time since he arrived, he actually itches to activate the empathy bond, just to figure out what's going through Murphy's head. They've been depending on it to close that gap a lot, he realizes. But he doesn't reach for him, just stays where he is, shifting his weight slightly.

"Guess it worked."

[reproached]

Murphy doesn't reach for him, either. Not because he's trying to hide, but because he's made the overall mood terrible enough already. Bellamy doesn't deserve to be subjected to any more of his subconscious wailing.

"Well," he sighs. "That was about as bad as I thought it'd be."

[jettisons]

Bellamy lets out a soft, almost amused sound.

"I thought it would be worse."

[reproached]

"Don't jinx it."

It probably wasn't much, Murphy realizes, without the internal panic of being discovered. But he sure as hell isn't saying that out loud. Instead, he inches a little closer to Bellamy.

"Next time let's try to dream about the beach or something."

[jettisons]

"You want an umbrella in your drink, too?" Absently, he reaches out to give Murphy's arm a squeeze. No empathy bond this time, just mundane comfort.