Although he did't say anything, Murphy caught a glimpse of... something in Ben's eyes, but couldn't quite make it out. Fuck, this used to be so easy. And for half an hour when they'd been talking tonight Murphy had thought that without the tension of Ben not siring hanging over him things might have gone back to how they were. But now there was something else and he couldn't put his finger on it.
Two words. That was it? A promise that Murphy struggled to believe.
"Ok, good," Murphy said, glancing down at his nwo empty thermos before leaning towards the table to deposit it and stand up in one movement.
"I guess I should get going," to see Jake , "You probably had stuff to be getting on with, with the app, the election, all that." The idea of going to see Jake was still worrying him, but Ben's words had been reassuring, that he didn't smell of Lazarus and Ben obviously hadn't sensed that specific ancient on him immediately.
He took a step towards the door before hesitating and holding his arms out to Ben, wanting one final hug before the blonde walked him out, if Ben would accept. The conversation had dried up awkwardly, but a hug didn't need words and Murphy felt like he needed a bit of strength before going to Jake.