It was funny. All that time and money wasted in therapy -- and somehow, Murphy felt as though he'd come a much longer way here and now than he ever did sitting in an office. It was all the more reason why he didn't shift away, or shove Heather aside and evade altogether. He could feel the blood rushing from his head and a sharp sting in his chest that he knew too well.

He had kept to himself for a long time, it came like a second nature to him. Maybe because Anne was right, and he really was "programmed" this way. After some time had passed, it felt a bit too much. So maybe this was what he needed now, more than ever. To talk. To have some kind of outside party to sit with, who he knew wouldn't condescend him with textbook psychology bullshit. Just maybe he could finally sort his head through this mess he'd been in...

"We should probably keep walkin'." His glanced around briefly down the hallway. While it was easy enough to wander here for a long time without worrying about other people listening in, talking openly about this kind of stuff demanded privacy.

Plus, he figured it might be a good thing to sit down after wandering around for so long. Maybe rest in one of the rec rooms or something for awhile.