"Think I'd feel better if I could keep 'em down." At the moment, Murphy didn't feel like eating much of anything. He still felt nauseated after all the blue goop came out.

If Murphy really wanted to be honest here, he didn't want to move. Especially not willingly. Considering his position, however, and the fact that he may have overestimated LB's ability to help him, he started to wish that she had left him by the toilet. Sure, he'd be a miserable, pukey mess. At least there he was stagnant.

He started to push himself up off the ground, before taking LB's hand to make things a little easier for him, and hoped that he didn't just wind up dragging her down instead.

"I'll try." He snapped his mouth shut before another useless apology could come out.