Murphy stops, the fork in her mouth. The question catches her off-guard. She sucks her bite off the fork before poking at the cake without taking another mouthful. "I'm used to it."
She's surprised at herself, too. The admission hurts, drives something hot into that space that trust left when she thought Harry died, when he disappeared again, all the times he'd gone off without a word to try and save everyone on his own. Murphy takes another bite of cake to keep herself from saying anything else before she has a chance to think about it. She shrugs, slowly, sucking the cake off the fork again rather than chewing like a normal person.
"I worried," she says, like she stopped worrying somewhere between the last time they spoke and his reappearance. "But you--you're not really the stay at home type." The last part is said with a wryness the rest of it didn't have.
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She's surprised at herself, too. The admission hurts, drives something hot into that space that trust left when she thought Harry died, when he disappeared again, all the times he'd gone off without a word to try and save everyone on his own. Murphy takes another bite of cake to keep herself from saying anything else before she has a chance to think about it. She shrugs, slowly, sucking the cake off the fork again rather than chewing like a normal person.
"I worried," she says, like she stopped worrying somewhere between the last time they spoke and his reappearance. "But you--you're not really the stay at home type." The last part is said with a wryness the rest of it didn't have.