"Guess so..." He's quiet again, and it remains this way for a little while as he considers his choices. Limited, concerning choices. Maybe it was a good thing he ran into Murphy in the halls, because otherwise, Murphy probably wouldn't have seen him for a lot longer.

"Alright... If you're gonna play the worrywart card and hang around, at least follow two rules for me, old man. First rule: If I do something crazy and dangerous to others because I lose it or something, kick my ass." Seriously, his biggest fear right now is snapping; if Murphy can at least tell him he'd punch him and keep him from doing that, should he be around? He'd really appreciate it... And really, it'd make him far more willing to keep the guy close.