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"Damn it Murphy! If you're not going to help, just go away!" You yelled, annoyanceincreasing as he muttered little comments. He completely fell silent, head bowed.
"Sorry. I'll just-" his voice trailed off as he turned away. Your head dropping into your hands.
"Hey, Y/N. Take a break." Abby clapped a hand on your shoulder, but you shook your head. "You need to sleep, you haven't slept in days."
With a low sigh, you jumped up, pushing your chair away. You walked up the stairs, hesitantly entering the rook you and Murphy claimed as your own. He was curled up on the bed, back facing you.
"I'm sorry." You spoke lightly, knowing the boy was wide awake. "I'm just- I'm so stressed and, uh, scared. Terrified is more like it, actually." He turned to look at you, slowly sitting up.
"This is all laying on yours and Abbys shoulders, I get it. It's okay." He mumbled, cupping your face in his hand. His head dipped down, lips encasing yours. "I forgive you doll."
