You'd know more than me. [ He assumes that the older version of himself liked whiskey so maybe he'd grow to like it, how whiskey leaves that distinct warmth in your body. ]

Are you just going to sit here and watch me until I go to sleep? At least turn into yourself, maybe turn into a comfortable pillow or something. [ Murphy teases, taking one last sip before pulling himself up onto his feet.

He wipes the corner of his mouth with a knuckle as he settles down onto his bed. It's early morning, nearly 4 o'clock and he could fall asleep easily now. ] Maybe sing me a song.