[ Yes, Ronan. This baby bird has taken a liking to you. Murphy feels safe around you. ]
You're not worried about the people you don't chose? [ Murphy murmurs, his curiosity always there. Faintly, with his fingertips, Murphy touches Ronan's face. Cold fingers tracing the line of his jaw. It's still weird, looking at himself. Looking at himself that's not a reflection. ]
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You're not worried about the people you don't chose? [ Murphy murmurs, his curiosity always there. Faintly, with his fingertips, Murphy touches Ronan's face. Cold fingers tracing the line of his jaw. It's still weird, looking at himself. Looking at himself that's not a reflection. ]