Murphy X 10k

goodnight, stoners

The second time it happened, they were still on the road, a few days after the incident. Warren in the driver's seat, Doc in the passenger seat, and 10k and Murphy sat beside each other in the backseat while Addy slept. It was cold and dark outside, too much to be able to see or sit comfortably in the bed of the truck. 10k decided to stay where it was safe until morning came.

The sound of a lighter being flicked, and then the burn of paper. The light illuminated Murphy's face, the blue of his skin looking darker from the night than it really was. The color was different, but it somehow somehow suited the older man. Doc turned around in his seat, curious of the disturbance in the backseat.

"You sharing that?" He asked. Murphy's eyes flicked over to Doc's and then to 10k's who were also trained on him. Murphy shrugged, taking a drag from the joint before passing it over to Doc. "Thanks, man."

Warren caught a glimpse of the joint, smelled the smoke of Z Weed, but said nothing the entire time. Murphy could feel her silent judgement from where he sat, her eyes darting from the mirror to look at him, and then to the road. It's not that she cared what he did, it's that she didn't want any bad influences on 10k. He was their sharpshooter and friend, she didn't need Murphy getting him stoned everyday like he usually did by himself.

When the joint was being passed back, 10k looked to Murphy, a quiet question. When Murphy took his hit, passed it back to Doc and exhaled the smoke from his lungs, 10k became a little irritated. Maybe it was dumb to ask to smoke with them, but Murphy made eye contact with him the entire time, he knew exactly what 10k wanted but didn't give it to him. He wanted to have a little fun, too, what was the harm?

A few more turns back and forth between Doc and Murphy had Doc coughing harshly, handing back the joint and settling in his seat. "That's enough for now. Think I'm gonna sleep this one off." Doc yawned, closing his eyes. The high made him tired, falling asleep almost instantly when he got comfortable enough in his seat.

10k fiddled with his thumbs, obviously bored but not enough to decide to sleep too just yet. When Murphy took a long drag of smoke, 10k was surprised to feel a hand on his jaw, just as gentle as they were when they were resting on the back of his neck from before. He looked up, ready to ask what the fuck was Murphy doing before he saw that he was inches away from his face. They were so close, he could see just how inhuman Murphy's eyes were. The almost yellowish color and circles were so unnatural and a little bit creepy but no less mesmerizing. 10k stopped thinking about his eyes and remembered why they were even this close in the first place.

The younger man closed his eyes and parted his lips, ready to inhale what he could get. Just as expected, Murphy blew the smoke into 10k's mouth, just as before. He inhaled sharply before exhaling, the buzz already crawling its way into his nerves. Murphy smirked at 10k, brought the joint to his lips and did the same to him again. 10k wasn't sure what was more addicting, the high or the way Murphy was so close to him he felt like he was burning.

Soon 10k couldn't take any more and began coughing, the smoke too much in his lungs. Murphy finished off the joint and flicked it out the window before settling into his own seat. Doc was smart about taking that nap; his bones felt heavy and he was exhausted. He may not need to sleep like he used to, but nothing felt better than being able to shut his mind off for a few hours, especially with the Z Weed letting him relax. Murphy closed his eyes and let the high lull him to sleep.

Murphy snapped his eyes right back open when he felt something slump against his side. 10k was asleep, eyes shut and his expression was soft. That Z Weed had knocked the kid out cold. Murphy sighed. The kid must've been tired from all of the stress of this whole mission. The Z's taking everyone and everything, the struggle for trying to stay alive, trying to find food or water every single damn day. All Murphy can say is that's the one good thing about being the savior of the apocalypse, he never has to worry about starving to death or dying from exhaustion. He even pitied the poor kid a little as he let 10k rest against his side. Murphy slung his arm over the younger man to keep him close and warm, and drifted off to sleep.

Warren was still eyeing the two from the front seat. She saw the way Murphy had his arm around 10k, almost protectively, almost like he cared. She wanted to scoff but she decided to ignore the situation until a later time. She wasn't sure what was going on between the two, and it sure as hell wasn't any of her business, either, but she wasn't about to let Murphy do something bad, not to 10k.