[ the sentiments about aric, and why kavinsky keeps him around, don't seem to improve murphy's mood on the subject in the least, just a blank look shot across the room, as the liquor's brought up to his lips again, another gulp swallowed down. perhaps because he knows it's more than the dick. he shouldn't really be bothered much by that, that k has someone he's attached to for more than just their body, but it irks him still. maybe particularly for the fact that aric doesn't seem like someone who would value the less dignified parts of who k is anyway.

he tells himself it's just friendly concern, and swallows down another half shot of absinthe. ] So long as the city keeps providing like it is, and K's got his dream powers turned back on, he'll be fine.

[ the idea of sex doesn't seem terribly appealing at the moment, not with where his mood is, and murphy, in general, doesn't like being that exposed with a stranger to begin with. not anymore, not after the ground. nor someone seeming so ready to be entitled to his person. ]

Pass. [ he sighs out, sliding off the counter, before he paces back to where he'd left his pack. ] Shit to do, survival to plan. Thanks for the drink.