"Everything'll be better tomorrow." He murmurs, waiting for a hug that doesn't want to come.

It's too broken. He fucked up. But maybe he'll fix it if that's what's supposed to happen.

Instead, he's the first to move toward the bunk and when he lays his head down he thinks about the stupid teddy bear back in his footlocker at the house and whispers; "G'night Murdock."