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Something You Don't Know - Murr x Reader

"There's something you don't know about me."
Your eyes shift around, trying to avoid James's gaze as he parses the words that have just come out of your mouth. You've wanted to tell him–really you have–but with your history and general inability to trust anyone, it's been hard for you to open up. When the L-word left his mouth today, you knew it was time to come clean.
"Okay..." James replies. Without telling him exactly what is bothering you, he isn't sure how to help. He doesn't know whether this is going to be a deal breaker or if it's just something stupid. You've been known to blow things out of proportion a time or two before.
"(Y/N), there are things you don't know about me either." He walks over to you, his fingertips combing through your hair from behind as he leans into your ear and whispers, "We could trade secrets?" With his touch, your 'Ice Queen' heart melts a bit inside. You try your best to get away from him, evading his person as well as his question. "No, James. You don't understand. It isn't like that." You can feel the blood rushing to your face, positive that your cheeks are bright red from the anxiety–the embarrassment of having to relive one of your darkest days with someone you care about.
"Well then, explain it to me." The words come out a bit louder than he'd anticipated–more gruff, more assertive. James follows you into the kitchen of your apartment, pulling out a chair for you before seating himself across the table. You aren't looking at him, but you can feel his eyes follow you as you pour yourself a glass of water. You hear his voice again, quieter this time. "(Y/N), I want to know. I'm here for you."
You take a seat and grab his outstretched hand, squeezing his palm gently as a soft "thank you" for his attempt at breaking into your steely exterior.  "I'm not going to make you promise not to judge me, because that wouldn't be fair to you," you begin, still unable to hold his gaze. His thumb gently strokes the back of your hand as he says "Not going to happen anyway." and allows a small grin to cross his face.
You try to give Murr a reassuring smile, but it comes out more like a grimace. "I uh... When I was in college," you begin, words failing you for the first time in your life. You look down at the tablecloth, not wanting to see the look on James's face. "I got arrested. DUI... I was so stupid. I... it was just... really stupid."
You look over at him, continuing, "I was fortunate. I got caught in a police checkpoint–didn't hit anyone, didn't injure myself. They dropped the charges to reckless driving, but still. I could have killed someone. It was the dumbest thing I've ever done." Squeezing his fingers again, you softly sigh. "It's... it's only fair for me to tell you. I've changed since then. Really, I have."
You allow your head to slink down and pull your hand away from Murr's, burying your face in your hands when you hear his chair move. With your eyes closed you can only assume that he's getting up to leave. Not that what you've said is earth-shattering, but it has definitely left a guy or two questioning your ability to make sound decisions before. When you feel his hands rubbing your shoulders, you don't know what to think. "(Y/N), everyone does stupid things. Hell, I've done things a lot more stupid than that since I finished college." He turns you in the chair to face him and lifts your chin up with his finger. "People change. It's okay. I still love you." You can feel yourself relaxing at the combination of his touch and his comforting words. "I'm not that person anymore, James." you share quietly, tears welling up in your eyes.
"I know, (Y/N). I know."