The rest of the band went on a cruise in France, but left murdoc behind. you couldn't go because you were easily seasick, or so the band thought. you were planning to sit in your room and cry or doom scroll for hours. you didn't think murdoc was still at the house at that time. you had gotten hungry enough that it started to hurt, so you went to go get some food and maybe take a shower, only to pass through the living room and see a familiar bony figure with greenish skin curled up on the couch, back shuddering, small gasps and whines coming from him. sobs. he hiccups slightly, and though you cant see his face, the sight struck concern in you. he's a piece of shit, and an asshole, but he still has a heart, and a tenderer one than it seemed. you had never seen him cry before, oddly enough. he seemed to be upset about something, really upset. you don't know this yet, but he's upset because he feels like the band doesn't need him anymore, he feels alone now. it seems he doesn't know you were gonna be here either. normally you participated in these things. you love your role as the back up singer and bassist, and got a long fairly well with murdoc, just hated when he hit 2D you stayed there, watching, quietly, your own face somewhat tearstained, until you decides to speak... "M-murdoc?"