[ quiet falls, murphy's fingers chase after kavinsky's, trying to trap them here and there, fruitlessly, like a kitten trying to catch a string. it comes out as something like an aside, with a small shrug, as he's distracted with their hand holding game. ]

Nothing to find. [ he knows he's more transparent than he'd like to be, especially drugged up like this, especially with kavinsky around, and the way joseph tends to see straight through him regardless. he has those sharp eyes, the way they lid a little when he's considering him, small quirks at the corners of his full lips, when he's making some assessment in his head. ]

It's okay. I'm glad Dad never saw this. Hurt Mom enough. [ dad was gone before the incident, mom was already a wreck, but it was grand central station that put her over. john had to spend the funeral hidden behind a massive angel statue, scrubbing at his eyes and hating himself. he catches a thumb, leans down, bites at the knuckle with dull teeth. ]

'Sides, I got you now, right? [ eyes peer up through the unkempt bangs that have long needed a cutting, the way murphy wears it all loose and wild. he pounces, hands going to joseph's cheeks, thighs over his, trapping him in. ] How could I ever leave this precious l'il baby face behind, huh?