Aubrey Rois & Briar Rose (pricked) wrote in doors,
Re: Phone Call: Aubrey/Dair
Murphy. [He turns the last name over in his mouth, tasting the familiarity even though he doesn't recognize the first.] Make that two Murphys. So, what, someone's got it in their head that this shit is somehow your fault? For sleeping with the enemy? [A head tilt, and he follows Dair down sit on the couch with his body angled sideways, the palm of one hand resting against the nape of the man's neck. He wants to make himself a drink, but for once in his life he manages to abstain.] Your brothers? [He idly rubs the pad of this thumb over the edge of Dair's hairline.]