Gentle wasn’t a word capable of describing Murphy, he was anything but—he was chaotic and rude… selfish and damaged. Incapable of softening himself; if you asked him.

His knuckles cracked the first day on the ground, the aftermath of a fight causing it. Angry outbursts were always his answer and safest choice. No-one would protect him, no one cared enough to… so he’d protect himself. Everyone looked down on him and his awful tendencies, but he just continued to act as if his ego wasn’t taking damage.

It very much was.

Then you started to talk with him, to cling to him like some sort of lovesick fool. At first Murphy was sure you were just another person he’d despise—someone he’d betray in the long run. The truth was.. you were the least judgmental person he’d ever met. You were kind, gentle, mindful, and selfless.

At times it almost made him nauseous—how you were so ready to do anything for the people you cared about. Though as he started to tolerate you… he started to understand the feeling. It was nowhere near how you exhibited it, he only felt that way for you.

Murphy began to realize you were a once in an lifetime experience when you followed him after he got banished.

The days spent together in your makeshift camp together only intensified that. A small cave by a beautiful stream, surrounded by forest and in the middle of nowhere. Distanced from your previous peers, grounders, and whatever else was out there. Murphy was finally starting to admit he liked this; that he liked you.

So of course you got with him, you’d just been awaiting his admission.

It felt nice to finally allow himself the love and care he deserved, to be gentle and selfless towards someone. He was still annoying at times though—he was still himself. This moment was an example of that, one of his shirts plopping you in the back of the head. He’d noticed you were doing your laundry, and that was his request for you to do his as-well.

“Hey.” That was his version of goodmorning.