"Not offering," Murphy said. He tugged his hands free and held them up, gave a little wave before stuffing both back into his pockets. He knew the gesture was unnecessary, but he was showing her her had nothing, and no intention of doing anything.
He figured he'd done enough damage. And if she wanted to punch him or something, he'd probably let her. He tried to not think that would be hot. But really. It would. He sighed at himself, and shoved those thoughts from his mind.
"I'm just heading back to the apartments." Which wasn't a lie, exactly. Maybe he'd gone a little out of his way hoping he'd run into her. He was a masochist after all, he liked to torment himself.