"You're an idiot."

If he didn't get his butt kicked a few minutes ago, you swear you would kick him one more time. A bar fight, in a luxury bar, with vip and all, tremendous.

"Are you stupid- Why are you stupid?"

You stutter out right after pushing him with some effort into the overly expensive car he bought for no reason by one gentleman from Germany. He's reckless, always been, but now it's getting worse. If that's even possible. The only response you receive in return from him is a soft 'ouch' followed by an insult.

God, it's almost 3 am. Instead of enjoying the afterparty, you sit at the parking lot with your idiotic bass player who's currently trying not to bleed out from his many times broken nose. To be fair, it's not like you wanted to be at the party anyway. Parties haven't been your thing for a while now.

You watch the drunk bastard wipe his nose for a while before you give up on your gruff.

"For christ- come here." As you start gently trying to take care of the wound, he stares at you with those bloodshot, unreadable eyes. You can't tell if he's trying to explode your head with his gaze or if he genuinely appreciates your gesture.

"Aw, luv-"

"Shut it."

The bloody tissue ends up underneath the car seat somewhere once you give up on trying to help him. His awful, teasing chuckle doesn't make the situation any better for neither of you.

You try to find the car keys, and he keeps laughing, like an idiot he is. He's covering his grin with his hand. It's like he can't stop. Right before you plan to scold him, he goes quiet. He's staring out of the window with dead expression, completely switching his mood. You two sit in silence for a while. You can't tell what's happening in his brain, but it's obvious there's a vulnerability, bittersweetness.

"I'm tired, luv."

he humms, his words dry, like he needs another shot.

"Of course you are, it's late.*

"No, no, no- All- all of this. Ya know? It's - it's..." he stutters out before he looks at you. You see Murdoc on a daily basis. Of course you do. He's your coworker, and unfortunately, your friend, but for once in a while, it's like you see the real Murdoc.

"I'm tired."