As usual Murdoc managed to sleep until nearly three in the afternoon. He woke with a painful throbbing in his head and an empty whiskey bottle by his side. He could just hear voices from somewhere in the distance; he sat up and looked around realizing he wasn't in his Winnie, instead he had been lying on the floor in one of the abandoned rooms in Kong. He slowly stood to his feet stumbling in the process; he placed his hand against the wall to keep from falling down. He slowly edged his way out of the darkened room, into the elevator, and up to the rec room where he thought the voices were coming from.

When the doors creaked open he saw his band mates all sitting around, 2D was sitting on the chair smiling at the drummer and guitarist. Once they heard the doors open they all stopped and turned their attention to the bassist who felt annoyed at their staring.

"Wot t'e fuck are yew all starin' at?" Murdoc asked, his voice came out in a near growl as he stared down his band mates.

Russel shook his head and looked away from the older man, probably irritated that the Satanist couldn't be civil for even a second. Noodle bowed her head not saying anything and 2D just stared up at him like he was trying to figure out what the hell he was.

"Wot do yew wan' faceache?" He growled angrily

The younger man kept staring at him with those round black eyes of his. Murdoc clenched his fists at his sides trying his best to hold back the ever growing urge to just beat the living Hell out of him. Why did he have to stare like that, why was he so fucking stupid? He actually looked quite attractive without all of his bruises and cuts….Fuck why was he even thinking like that?

"Nofink I was jus' talkin' to Noodle and Russ….Yew've really grown up a lot luv." The blue haired man said turning his attention back to the teenage girl, the smile reappearing on his face.

Noodle looked up at him smiling happily. Murdoc rolled his eyes and made his way into the kitchen grabbing a bottle of rum. He could still hear them talking and laughing, catching up on everything that they had missed over the past few years. He'd already heard them talk before, he'd only seen the dullard for a couple of minutes, and he already wanted to smash his face in. He was always so fucking stupid and that attitude he was starting to show. Maybe some things had changed with the younger man, but nothing that Murdoc couldn't fix with a few hits.

He sat down at the kitchen table propping his feet up on the wooden surface. The house didn't feel as dead and haunted as it had in the years before when he was the only one there. It actually had life in it for once like he had wanted, but here he was in the kitchen working on his never ending supply of alcohol while his band mates chattered away with one another. From what Noodle and Russel told him they had been through a lot of hell during break, but yet they sounded so happy. He never understood it, no matter what happened to them they could always push it to the side for awhile. 2D of course seemed like he'd had no problems at all while away living with his parents, the idiot probably spent all of his time staring off into space.

After an hour the talking died down and he could hear doors closing down the hallway signaling that everybody had left. They were still getting used to being back at Kong, when you spent time away from the place you tended to notice things more when you finally came back. Murdoc took the sound of closing doors as a sign he could come out into the rec room.

He made his way into the room, but stopped when he saw 2D still sitting there now staring blankly off into the distance. Something seemed off about him though, something about his face, and the way that his black eyes gleamed. He hated how he could always tell there was something wrong with the dullard; he didn't want to read his emotions. Murdoc grunted and sat down on the couch, he could feel eyes on him, but never looked up from the floor.

"So no 'ello from yew t'en?" 2D asked his voice sounded distant.

"Fine, ello, idiot." He mumbled bitterly in reply.

"Yew can' go a single secon' wit'out talkin' down to me can yew?" The younger man asked sounding quite annoyed.

"Yer a bloody idiot, t'at's why."

Murdoc continued staring down at the nearly empty bottle he held loosely in his hands. He studied his slightly green tinged skin and his quite long and pointed nails; he hadn't really noticed them much before.

"Why yew gotta act t'is way for, god dammit why won't yew even fuckin' look at me?"

The older man sighed feeling frustrated; he looked over at the singer.

"Fine is t'is better, yew fuckin' nitwit."

The singer narrowed his eyes at him then closed them tightly as he took in a deep breath then let it out slowly.

"Not sure why I expected yew to change or somefink, yer still a fuckin' bastard."

He sounded more disappointed than angry; Murdoc could only smirk at his remark.

He thought over the times he'd laid on the singer's bed, thought about him, about things they had done with each other. The times he had actually cried in that stupid messed little room as he thought about how much pain he'd put the singer through. He felt angry as he thought over it, his grip tightened on the bottle to keep from hitting the other man.

"So 'ow was it bein' at home workin' a normal job?"

2D looked at him skeptically like he was trying to find the joke in the question. After another drawn out moment of silence he finally answered.

"It was real nice actually….Not too fun workin' t'e rides t'ough…Kids kept on throwin' t'ings at me cause of me eyes and stuff, but othe' t'an t'at it wa'nt too bad…I really missed playin music t'ough so I'm real glad to be back and all, I forgot 'ow much I missed Noodle and Russel." He said smiling faintly.

"So ya didn' miss me?"

2D stared at him; his eyes were intense even if they were just pools of black and blood.

"No"

With that he stood up and made his way out of the room never stopping or looking back at the older man. Murdoc sat there staring at the now empty chair, he was actually in shock. The answer along with the tone of voice it had been said in shocked the hell out of him. He wondered why all of a sudden his singer was this way….Right he answered that question ages ago.