With a trembling hand, 2D knocked his head backwards and swallowed numerous amounts of white pills to help disorientate him, to numb the pain that resided in his chest. He knew that this problematic solution had been slowly worsening; some might even remark that it was bordering upon addiction, but 2D only held disbelief for this small fact. The painkillers helped him, therefore they couldn't be bad. Bad was Murdoc. Bad was remaining a prisoner upon Murdoc's glorified island christened 'Plastic Beach'. 2D shook his mass of blue hair and buried his head in his knees; he could feel the sadness seeping through his body. He hated the island, loathed his underwater room and the whale which swum past with an eager eye. This wasn't a life, this was a sadistic routine installed upon him by Murdoc the bassist who wouldn't leave him be.
'Oi!'
2D's body was engulfed in shivers as Murdoc's gravelly voice carried in the wind, stern as always. 2D feared being reprimanded and further sunk into his kneecaps until his body was uncomfortable hunched over in an attempt to appear smaller than he was. Murdoc's eyes narrowed, with a steady walk he was upon his companion and had been raising his fist to strike his friend when the first whine tore it's self from 2D's, now, parched throat. Murdoc found himself kneeling beside the crying figure with wide eyes, uncertain upon how to respond. He hadn't meant to alarm his friend.
'Look mate, I only came to say hello' Murdoc gruffly announced as he squatted, slinging his arm over 2D's hunched shoulders. This only further installed the fear within 2D. 'Stop your squirming!'
'When you can't get what you want but you can get me' briefly swam into Murdoc's muddled mind, and at this he gave a small smile. It was true that his relationship with 2D was less than friendly, but the pair had their moments. Murdoc even considered the gangly, blue haired man as a friend. An annoying friend, but a friend nevertheless.
'Sorry' sniffed 2D, his voice a quiet murmur from his sleeve. With a small sigh, Murdoc pulled 2D closer towards him until the man's head was against his chest. The pair remained in this position for a few minutes until 2D comfortably rested his head and wound his arms around Murdoc's chest. Comfort was a quiet blessing. Murdoc even neglected to remark upon 2D's tear streaked face or the fact that he had ruined a perfectly good jumper, all that mattered was that he was being a friend.
'It's good to have friends' Murdoc thought as he leaned forwards to plant an unknown kiss upon 2D's scalp.