Murphy & OTA
Murphy was probably the only person out of all of them who hated being there, and he knew it. He'd only just lost Raven and now he had to deal with this? With something that would've been a family vacation?
Fuck that noise.
Ending up with a random cabinmate had sucked even worse than being there in the first place, though. At least Alex was nice, he was glad for that. She'd helped out with the baby, too, which he was grateful for -- he'd been feeling overwhelmed the entire time, overwhelmed and scared shitless and a hundred other things that he'd be damned if he let on because that wasn't him. That wasn't what he did.
No, what he did was bottle it up until he struck out in really stupid ways, but whatever.
He'd forced himsef to get out rather than stay hiding on the ship, which meant that he had the baby with him in one of those carriers he could wear. Diaper bag over one shoulder, snagged a blanket for somewhere to sit before grabbing food and drink for himself and going to find a spot to sit. He found a spot far enough away from the fire that the baby wouldn't be too warm but that he'd still be able to enjoy the flickering flames -- if he'd even notice them. Did babies his age register that kind of thing? Whatever. Alex was just lucky that Murphy managed to settle down onto the blanket-covered beach without falling apart. It'd been a day.