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No class this week. Sorry. Just reread the stuff we've been going over last week.

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He's gone again.

I have no idea what to even think or feel right now. Why did it even happen in the first place if he was just gonna leave again?

Doesn't seem very fair to me.

But now I've got a kid who just lost his dad for the second time. I don't even know anymore. Why's it seem like being in this castle's nothing but suffering? It almost makes me wanna quit. Homeschool them from now on or something. At least I can count on myself not to screw with shit like this.

I just have a hard time wishing it didn't happen though. It was good while it lasted, I just

I dunno. Whatever.

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[Until now, Murdoc had been fighting off his own desire to sleep for the sake of keeping an eye on Bro.

It had been an exhausting hour or so, mostly for Bro, but in the end it felt very cathartic. With Bro now very contentedly straddled around him, he felt as if he himself could relax. Even if he feels a little strange right now.

Somewhere in between rubbing Bro's back and shifting himself around the other man to get comfortable, he'd drifted off too with his face buried in the other man's hair.

He jerks awake when he hears the gasp, widening his eyes in time to be pushed away. Not that he needed it, really. If it were possible to apparate in Hogwarts, it would appear that Murdoc had. He had gone from being curled on the bed to standing by his boots awkwardly in a heartbeat.

He doesn't say anything, he just looms awkwardly by the bed, looking between the two Dirks.]

_{[It's now apparent to Dirk that he's definitely walked in on something he wasn't supposed to. He can't figure out why Professor Donoghue is here, or why he was laying so close to his uncle, but... Suddenly this is awkward. He hadn't expected Bro to have someone else here, and in turn he hadn't expected Bro to react to his presence like this.

He stops moving on the foot of the bed where he is and just sits there, trying to come up with an excuse. He can't find one adequate, other than the reason he's actually there. He's only marginally worried that either of them would give him detention for being out past curfew. What he's expecting is to be sent back to the dorm because of this new dynamic. Bro probably wouldn't want Professor Donoghue to know his nephew is such a baby. That's like secondhand embarrassment or something.]}

I couldn't sleep. I didn't... I don't... want to be alone. _{[He swallows, his addendum spewing out quickly.]} But it's no big deal. I can go. I'm sorry I didn't know...

[Fuck. Bro can tell from Dirk's reaction that they've definitely been caught in a... compromising position. But in order to smooth it over, he has to remain calm and think quick. Maybe their reactions hadn't been the best in the world, but he can still fix it.]

No, it's cool. Really, I promise. You can stay. I... I want you to.

[And it's true, he does. He knew Dirk would be feeling upset, and as... Bad as their last conversation had went, the thought of Dirk being alone and dealing with this shit wasn't something he wanted.]

I didn't wanna be alone, either... That's why he was here, is all. [He gestures to Murdoc.]

You can both stay.

[There's a subtle emphasis on 'both'. He's clearly implying to Murdoc that he doesn't want him to leave, even if they've been caught in this position. If Murdoc left, Bro would... honestly be really upset. He can't let him leave.]

[Ontop of feeling awkward as hell, Murdoc is starting to feel horribly guilty. The poor thing sounds so distraught right now, he obviously needs to be with his uncle, given that they've both gone through something horrible these past few days.

That, of course, makes that little feeling of guilt nag at him once more. He shouldn't be here. He was being selfish and keeping Bro to himself when he's obviously got more important things to be doing.

He's about to reach for his boots when Bro's tone of voice tweaks at something in him. He doesn't have to leave. He wants him to stay, so he should stay. He doesn't know where Dirk stands on that though and he can't help feeling like the guilty party here.

He turns his gaze away from both of them, as if he's looking at something in the distance before he responds in an obligingly quiet voice.]

I should go.

_{[For a moment, Dirk doesn't respond. He's taking in what Bro said and he's glancing over at Murdoc. So the situation is a little weird, but Bro wants Murdoc there and technically, Murdoc was there first. Who is he to even request he leave? He doesn't particularly mind him being there, either.

Just as long as Murdoc doesn't think him as a baby. This seems to be his constant fear, worrying too much about what people think of him. It can't really be helped though.]}

You don't have to. Uncle Dirk said it was ok.

_{[Stating the obvious, points to Dirk. But it seems like Murdoc might need to hear that. Once he's done speaking, he's crawling up closer to Bro so he can faceplant his chest and cling like a spider monkey.]}

[He feels his stomach twist at Murdoc's words, and he's starting to have an internal panic. He's trying to figure out a way to get Murdoc to stay without making it completely obvious to Dirk that anything's up. But Dirk's words make him feel a little better, a little more hopeful. At least Dirk doesn't want him to leave.

When Dirk moves and clings to him like that, he takes the opportunity to speak again.]

Yeah, man... You can stay.

[He's hoping that Murdoc looks his way again, because he's giving him pretty much the most pleading look he's ever given anyone. Silently trying to convey that he really needs him to. Because god, the thought of Murdoc leaving him is almost enough to make him break down again, but he hides it by wrapping his arms around Dirk, squeezing him tightly. Trying not to shake.]

[He shifts his weight from one foot to the other for a brief moment, quietly taking in the situation and trying to understand his position in it as best he can.

Dirk likes him, right? Having him stay near won't hinder any family bonding time, will it? Maybe if he's just there to keep an eye on them it won't be so bad.

He sighs a little and heaves his shoulders, as if he were intending to go do something terribly important, but it's obviously all for show. He goes back to perching on the end of the bed, watching both of them with a half smile.

He's not easily moved, but he admits to himself that it's an adorable view he has here.]

_{[Now that Dirk's clinging to his uncle and being held, he doesn't really care about anything else. Even if the conversation he had with Bro induced a tantrum rivaling the spoiltest of toddlers, really all he needed was comfort. Now that he has it, he's finally able to relax some. He hasn't forgotten Murdoc is there, but he's too busy sniffling into Bro's shirt and mumbling 'thank you.']}

[It takes a large amount of self control not to breathe a sigh of relief when Murdoc finally moves to sit back down. The relief is, however, apparent in his eyes, which are still staring intently at Murdoc. After a moment though, he shifts his attention to Dirk when he hears the tiny mumble.]

Hey, shhh. It's cool. I'm always here for you.

[Murdoc settles more into the bed, trying not to allow himself to feel awkward about this situation. Which is fairly difficult given that Dirk just walked in on them tangled up together like romantic octopi.

He casts a glance around the room, so it's not as if he's sitting there staring at them before realising Bro is still looking at him and he returns the look with a sheepish smile]

_{[That's a comfort. Dirk's still considerably upset, but he's starting to relax and calm down some. He doesn't say anything else, but there isn't much of a reason for him too. Focusing on his breathing is a bit more important, anyway.]}

[Bro returns Murdoc's smile, before shifting his attention back to Dirk one more time. He moves so that he can lay down, propping himself up on his elbow with Dirk laying next to him. He wraps his arm around Dirk and nuzzles in close. He isn't quite sure what to do now, so he just lets out a small sigh and leans down to press a kiss to the top of Dirk's head.]

It's late, you wanna try sleeping?

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