A/N: This is a really LONG chapter...once I got started, I just couldn't stop. I hope it's enjoyable & please let me know what you think. To those who I recently PM'd, some of the messages were really screwed up, the words jumped & went missing. I think my computer is possessed. My apologies.

It was after five when Murphy was finally allowed to leave the pub but by that time, it didn't fucking matter anymore. The last bus was long gone, it was too far to walk to where Jonathan was waiting and Murphy had no way of reaching him to explain.

Murphy had stood him up. Not intentionally, but Jonathan wouldn't know that...all he'd know is Murphy had promised to be there but never showed. He was certain Jonathan would be hurt, he would be confused, he probably would be angry as well. And Murphy wouldn't blame him, not one bit.

It was all Murphy's fault. Jonathan wanted to exchange phone numbers but Murphy was too scared. He was scared Connor would find Jonathan's number and ask questions. He was scared Jonathan would call his house, even though he promised not to. He was scared somehow it would get fucked up. And that's what happened, it got fucked up, just not in the way Murphy feared. If only he had listened to Jonathan, if he had just taken his number, he would have been able to reach him & explain.

But instead, he stood him up. Instead, he hurt him. Instead, he'd fucked it up.

Murphy had been forced to stay where he didn't want to be so he sat angrily glaring at anyone within eyesight, everyone was fair game. Everyone except Connor. Connor alone was exempt.

Murphy could feel his mood dipping as his anger rose, his fingers digging at the wooden table while his family talked & laughed around him. Connor was the only thing preventing Murphy from going into a blind rage, his fury was growing for the past hour and he was now dangerously close to erupting. If Connor hadn't been there watching him so closely, Murphy would surely have gone off by now.

Murphy could feel Connor's eyes on him & whenever his gaze would roam in Connor's direction, he'd see his twin silently looking back at him, smiling at him, staring at him. Connor's eyes didn't seem to stop watching, they stayed glued to his twin almost as if studying him for some reason. Connor had been acting strange all day and if they were alone, if they had any privacy at all, Murphy would have asked Connor what the fuck was going on.

But instead, Murphy stayed silent. Glaring at everyone except Connor.

Murphy watched his mother drink, he ignored her slurred admonishments to stop pouting, he did his best to not stare at the clock as time continued to slip away, as Jonathan slipped away. Each minute felt like an eternity, every tick of the clock made his heart ache, not just for himself but for the man across town who wouldn't understand why Murphy wasn't there. The later it got, the more agitated Murphy became, knowing all the while Jonathan would be waiting for him to arrive.

Connor wanted him to stay at the pub, he told Murphy he'd sneak him all the beer he wanted, he practically begged Murphy to stay. But as much as he loved Connor, as much as he wanted to be with him every minute of his life, he just couldn't stand to be in the pub one minute longer than necessary, he had to get the fuck out of there.

As soon as his Ma told him he was free to go, Murphy practically vaulted from his chair & left in a huff, slamming the door on his way out. He heard Connor's voice calling after him but he ignored his brother, storming down the street & away from the pub.

As he walked home, he could feel his anger building, it was growing & multiplying, and he was having trouble containing it. He kicked angrily at the stones in the dirt road, trying to send them flying through the air as if by doing this, his anger would be quashed. But his anger didn't diminish, instead it blazed hotter, more intense.

All he wanted was to feel how he felt last night, with Jonathan.

Murphy was happy last night, he had a grand time with Jonathan, especially under the tree...that was Murphy's favorite part of the date. Everything under the tree was perfect...a perfect touch, a perfect kiss, a perfect man.

He liked how Jonathan touched him, he was tender, like Murphy was something to treasure & keep safe. Their kiss had been amazing, Jonathan's mouth was sweet but demanding, and his lips left Murphy wanting so much more. Jonathan made him feel special, he felt like Jonathan wanted him, really wanted him, like a lover would want him.

When Murphy woke this morning, he'd been filled with optimism and hope, probably for the first time in years. He had something to look forward to, he was actually excited for the day to begin, he had a man who made him smile.

But now it was ruined. It was completely fucked up. He'd probably never see Jonathan's face again, he'd never feel his hand on his body, he'd never again taste his lips.

Murphy broke into a run, as fast as he could, his legs pumping, his heart pounding, his body sweating. He ran until he was out of breath and then he ran harder, not knowing why he felt the need to do so. His vision blurred from the sweat running into his eyes, but still he ran. His leg muscles burned, but still he ran. He couldn't breathe, but still he ran. He ran until the ground was suddenly meeting his knees, his hands, his face.

His body skidded across the gravel, his jeans ripping at the knees, his skin ripping at his palms. A dirt plume signaled the end of his motion but the beginning of his pain, physical pain at least, and he coughed quietly in the dirt as the dust cloud settled over his body.

After the initial pain relented and his coughing diminished, he sat up slowly, looking at his burning palms. Gravel and dirt were imbedded in his bloody skin & he resisted the urge to wipe his hands on his pants, knowing it wouldn't help to do so. He felt the trickle of blood run from his knees and soak into his jeans, ruining what were his best pair.

He stood on shaky legs, feeling like he'd been kicked by a pissed off elephant, his muscles screaming. His fingers went to his cheek, relieved that he felt only a slight opening of his skin, and he began to head toward home, albeit much slower than before.

Murphy was almost home when he heard the car, the loud engine revving as it approached from behind, and he moved to the side of the road to let it pass. The car got dangerously close & he jumped back as it screeched to a stop in front of him, cutting across his path. As the dust cleared, the driver got out of the car & slowly moved toward the stunned boy.

"Jonathan?"

"Why'd you stand me up?"

Murphy's mouth hung open, he never expected Jonathan to come looking for him, to practically run his car off the road right in front of him. Jonathan continued his approach as Murphy gawked, his mind trying to wrap around the situation, trying to figure out what the fuck Jonathan was doing here.

When Jonathan reached him, he planted his hands on Murphy's shoulders with a firm squeeze. Murphy stared into his eyes, too shocked to say anything, too shocked to even move. After a moment, Jonathan's hands slid to Murphy's chest, grabbing a tight hold of his t-shirt, bunching the material between his fingers. He pulled Murphy close to his body and Murphy's hands instinctively went to Jonathan's forearms, gripping the man's muscles tightly as Jonathan stared into his eyes.

Jonathan held him in that position for a few moments and Murphy didn't resist, he didn't struggle, he didn't pull away. He just held on to Jonathan & stared back, seeing in his eyes pain, confusion...desire. Murphy couldn't look away, not from those eyes that reflected such need and hunger. His hands shifted over Jonathan's taut muscles, his heart pounding in his chest, his mouth suddenly dry.

Jonathan's voice was soft but his hands remained gruff, his fingers clenched, his eyes pained. "Why'd you stand me up, Murphy?"

Murphy swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling terrible for being the one to inflict that look in those eyes. "I didn't want to but I just couldn't leave."

Murphy's words hung in the air as Jonathan considered what he said, Murphy waiting for his grip to relax but instead, he felt Jonathan's fingers tighten further. Jonathan swung Murphy around like he weighed nothing, pressing Murphy's back against the car and flattening his body against the startled boy, easily pinning him, their faces inches apart.

It didn't hurt what Jonathan did to him, there was no pain involved, only shock. Murphy wasn't afraid of Jonathan, he wasn't upset by the manhandling, he actually understood it. He could see the emotion in Jonathan's eyes, he could hear it in his voice, he could feel it in his grip.

"Were you with Connor?"

How could he answer that and not lie? He couldn't tell Jonathan he was with Connor, not without explaining that Connor was his brother…..his brother who he had been in love with.

"Answer me." Jonathan's eyes had widened imperceptibly when Murphy didn't respond and he couldn't help but shake Murphy slightly, not hurting him, just startling him back to the present. His next few words were disjointed, staccato, firm. "Were you. With...Connor?"

"I was with my family, Jonathan...my Ma & my brother." Murphy was purposefully vague, he didn't deny he was with Connor, he lied by omission.

"Anyone else?"

"My uncle. We were at his pub, The Anvil."

Murphy felt the fingers against his chest slacken, his shirt loosening in Jonathan's grip, the man relaxing against his body. "Why'd you stand me up?"

Murphy's words practically sputtered as he tried to explain, feeling desperation in his gut, trying not to lose Jonathan to a misunderstanding. "My Ma...she wouldn't let me leave. I'm sorry, I tried. You have to believe me...I didn't want to stand you up, Jonathan, I swear. Please believe me."

Jonathan didn't respond, only his eyes moved, slowly scanning Murphy's face for deceit.

Murphy bit his lip, fearing he was about to lose the first man he cared about since Connor, the first man he wanted to fall in love with, the first man he might actually have a future with.

But then Jonathan's lips were on his, forcefully kissing him, smashing their mouths together almost painfully. Murphy inhaled sharply as the assault on his mouth began, the sweetness from the night before gone with the first deep thrust of Jonathan's tongue into his mouth.

Jonathan wasn't being gentle, he wasn't being soft, he wasn't being tender. Jonathan's boldness shocked Murphy, but at the same time, it excited him as well. Jonathan was a man taking what a man wanted...and that man wanted him.

Murphy couldn't move, his body remained trapped between Jonathan & the car, his hands clutching Jonathan's forearms tightly as he kissed back with the same vigor & passion. Jonathan's mouth didn't slow, his tongue didn't hesitate, his probing didn't stop. Murphy forgot all about his burning hands, his aching face, his throbbing knees. Jonathan's mouth, Jonathan's tongue, made sure of that.

Just as a moan escaped Murphy's throat, Jonathan pulled his mouth away, sucking on Murphy's bottom lip one final time before dipping his head & attaching his mouth to the heated boy's neck. He planted light kisses along his skin, making his way toward Murphy's ear, pushing his face into his dark hair.

"I believe you," Murphy heard whispered in his ear, Jonathan's breath hot against his skin. Murphy shivered as Jonathan's lips enveloped his earlobe, his teeth gently pulling on it before letting it go completely. Jonathan lifted his head & he smiled at Murphy, the pain and anger in his eyes gone, Murphy's shirt loose in his grip.

"I really am sorry, Jonathan."

"Shhhhh."

Murphy shook his head, not wanting to be shushed, needing to explain further. "I should have taken your phone number. This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been such a stubborn jerk."

Jonathan chuckled, his smile wider as he released Murphy's shirt, his hands smoothing the wrinkles he had caused. "You're not a jerk, Murphy. But you are the most stubborn person I've ever met."

Murphy released Jonathan's arms, dropping his hands to his side as he let Jonathan fuss over him. Jonathan raised his hand & gently brushed Murphy's hair from his eyes.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Murphy shook his head, "No...I'm okay."

"Good. I wouldn't want to hurt you." His hand moved to stroke Murphy's cheek, his fingers inadvertently gliding over the bruise that was forming, causing Murphy to wince slightly. He took Murphy by the chin, turning his head to get a better look at what caused that reaction, finally noticing the dark area on his cheekbone.

"How'd you get this bruise?"

Murphy pulled his head free, looking around, suddenly realizing anyone with eyes could see them, anyone could stumble upon them & Murphy would never be able to explain their position. Jonathan took him by his chin again, trying to look once more at Murphy's bruise.

"Jonathan...let me go."

Jonathan released his chin & took a step back, watching as Murphy quickly looked around once again. He took another couple steps back, trying to give the boy even more room, his eyes noticing Murphy's disheveled appearance for the first time. His eyes ran over Murphy's dirt covered clothes, his ripped & bloody jeans, his gravel encrusted hands.

"It's okay. I don't think anyone saw us," Murphy said with relief, his eyes returning to Jonathan's.

"What happened?"

Murphy shrugged, trying to dismiss the concern, trying to diminish the injury. "Nothing."

"That's not nothing." Jonathan looked exactly like Connor at that moment, he had the same "no bullshit" look in his eye, causing Murphy to pause & stare. "What happened?"

"I'm just clumsy." When Jonathan raised his eyebrows & cocked his head, Murphy quickly added, "I'm fine, I just tripped s'all."

Jonathan took a deep breath, trying to gather some patience, his eyes again dropping to Murphy's body. His eyes quickly scanned, trying to see how severe the injuries were, trying to see if Murphy needed a doctor. He was fairly certain it looked worse than it was but until he got the injuries cleaned, he wouldn't relax.

"I'm sorry. I got some dirt & blood on you."

Jonathan glanced to where Murphy indicated, at his arms, seeing the bloody fingerprints from where Murphy held him. The amount of blood startled Jonathan and he glanced at Murphy's hands, seeing how they were caked not only with dirt & dried blood, but with fresh blood as well. "Is your family home?"

"No. Why?"

"Because we need to clean you up, stop that bleeding."

Murphy couldn't let Jonathan in the house, he just couldn't. It would be just his luck to have Connor come home with Jonathan there, he'd be screwed if that happened. Jonathan waited as patiently as he could, waiting for Murphy's argument.

Murphy argued that he was fine, he wasn't helpless, he could clean his own injuries.

Jonathan argued that he wanted to make sure Murphy was fine, he knew he wasn't helpless but he wasn't about to leave Murphy alone & bleeding.

When Murphy pointed out that his family could come home at any minute and he'd never be able to explain who Jonathan was & why he was in the house, Jonathan moved to his car & opened the passenger door. "Fine. I'll take you to my place & clean you up there."

"I'll get blood in your car," Murphy weakly argued, trying to dissuade Jonathan with an obvious fact.

"I'm not worried about my car. I'm worried about you," Jonathan said, motioning with his hand. "Get in."

Murphy tried to come up with another argument, another reason for Jonathan to let him take care of his own injuries. He didn't think he was hurt that badly but Jonathan wasn't about to let him be alone, he wanted to take care of him, that much was obvious.

Jonathan sighed, annoyance filling his eyes, his voice sounding just like Connor once again. "This is non-negotiable, Murphy. Either get in the fucking car right now or I'm coming home with you. Your choice."

As stubborn as he was, Murphy knew he had no choice, no matter what Jonathan said. He also knew Jonathan would follow him home if he didn't get in the car & he couldn't let that happen, not with Connor coming home soon. Murphy moved toward the car, pausing before getting inside, his eyes looking at Jonathan with a final plea.

"Don't be so stubborn. Get in the car, Murphy. Please."

Finally, Murphy got in the car & Jonathan sighed in relief, shutting the car door. He was just happy Murphy stopped fighting him on this.

When they arrived at Jonathan's apartment, Murphy quietly followed him inside, trying not to be too obvious as he looked around. He wanted to see everything in the room, everything Jonathan owned, everything Jonathan loved. Jonathan shut the door behind him while Murphy took a few more steps into the living room, surprised at how spacious the room actually was.

"Your place is nice. It's really big. Do you live alone?"

"Yes." Jonathan hid his smirk, knowing Murphy was fishing for information.

Murphy nodded, relieved that he didn't have to worry about a parent or roommate wondering who he was & why he was there. "How long have you lived here?"

"Oh...a few years I guess."

Murphy liked Jonathan's style, it was simple but manly, not a lot of extraneous objects cluttering the space. He wanted to look through his things, to learn more about him, to learn what music he liked, what books he read.

Murphy took a few more steps into the room, glancing at the magazines on the coffee table, trying to sound nonchalant. "A few years, huh? You must really like it here."

"I do."

Murphy turned toward Jonathan, a small smile on his face. "I like it here, too."

Jonathan smiled back as he took a step toward Murphy. "Good, I'm glad you like it. Now come on, I want to clean you up."

Murphy followed him to the bathroom, surprised by how big the bathroom was. He stood in place looking around as Jonathan gathered a washcloth, towel & bandages. Jonathan placed the items on the toilet seat lid & motioned to Murphy. "Off with the shirt & pants."

Murphy hesitated briefly before laughing, thinking Jonathan was joking. Jonathan raised his eyebrows, the serious look on his face causing Murphy's smile to quickly fade.

"I'm not kidding. Take the shirt & pants off."

Murphy didn't want to take his clothes off in front of Jonathan, not even his shirt but especially his pants. "I can just roll my pants up above my knees."

Despite the situation, Jonathan chuckled, charmed by Murphy's bashfulness. "I'm not going to ravage your body, Murphy. Not today, anyway."

Murphy still didn't begin to remove his clothing, his eyes darting as he shifted on his feet. He didn't know how to get out of the situation, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to.

"I'm not letting you stay in blood stained, dirty clothes. It's not happening."

Jonathan reached for the hem of Murphy's shirt, pausing to make sure Murphy wouldn't resist. When Murphy didn't pull away, Jonathan lifted his shirt up & over Murphy's head, dropping it to the floor. He was surprised Murphy let him take his shirt off, the boy was fidgeting like crazy, he was obviously very nervous.

Murphy crossed his arms over his chest, trying to hide how skinny he was, a blush starting on his face & neck. He braced himself for a reaction as he slowly lifted his eyes to Jonathan's face, relaxing slightly when he saw Jonathan's smile.

"I'm not much to look at," Murphy quietly mumbled, looking to the side.

"Then why do I want to touch every inch of you?"

Murphy shrugged as his eyes returned to Jonathan. "Bad taste?"

"I'll have you know my taste is exceptional, young man." Jonathan's eyes quickly ran over Murphy's body. "Obviously."

Murphy's lips turned upward in the slightest smile, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're such a flirt."

"Only with you," Jonathan said in a matching whisper, his hand motioning toward Murphy's pants. "Off."

Murphy toed off his sneakers & gathered his courage, reaching for his belt while Jonathan waited, his eyes closely watching Murphy's hands. Jonathan was unable to look away as the boy fumbled with his belt, a quiet curse coming from Murphy's mouth when his fingers failed to work properly.

"You need help?"

Murphy laughed nervously, finally able to get his belt undone, his hands moving to the button on his jeans. "I got it."

Murphy slid his pants down his legs, his jeans sticking to his bloody knees momentarily before they finally dropped to his ankles. He stepped out of his pants, kicking them to the side, now standing before Jonathan dressed only in his boxers & socks, his self-confidence nonexistent.

If it hadn't been for the blood running from Murphy's knees, Jonathan would have paused to admire him further, he wouldn't have been able to resist Murphy's shyness, he would have taken him right there on the bathroom floor. Jonathan drove that thought from his mind, quickly composing himself and patting the counter for Murphy to sit before turning away to soap up the washcloth.

Murphy didn't miss the look in Jonathan's eyes, the hunger, the desire. He didn't miss the way his eyes moved over his body, the way they lingered in certain places, the way they kept returning to his crotch. He liked the way Jonathan looked at him. He liked it a lot.

Murphy sat on the counter & Jonathan crouched in front of him, dabbing lightly at his knees with the soapy washcloth. He wiped the streaks of blood from Murphy's shins, cleaning his legs with a tender touch. Jonathan commented on how much Murphy bled when he removed his socks, they too were bloodstained and he quickly tossed them aside.

Murphy watched as Jonathan took care of him, washed him, bandaged him. It felt strange having someone else do these things, someone other than Connor. He watched Jonathan's face as he concentrated on what he was doing, noticing that same crease in his forehead that Connor got when he was reading. Murphy smiled, he loved that crease.

Jonathan ran his hand over Murphy's clean leg, lightly teasing the hair on his calf with his fingers. Murphy quietly laughed as Jonathan beamed.

"You're ticklish."

"A bit," Murphy admitted & Jonathan tucked that fact away for future reference, wanting to know just how ticklish Murphy was. And where.

"I'm sorry for kissing you on the road, Murphy. I promised you I would be discreet and that clearly wasn't discreet."

Jonathan's words surprised Murphy, he hadn't expected him to apologize. "It's okay. No one saw."

Jonathan nodded as he stood & turned on the faucet, adjusting the temperature to a comfortable level. He took the soap & created a thick lather in his hands as he added, "I'm sorry I grabbed you like that, too. I shouldn't have done that."

Before Murphy could respond, Jonathan took his hands & pulled them under the warm water, rinsing the surface dirt away. Murphy twisted his body toward the sink as Jonathan began rubbing his hands in his soapy grip, careful not to be too rough.

"I really hope I didn't hurt you, Murphy," Jonathan's eyes remained on their hands, his fingers intertwining with Murphy's briefly.

"You didn't hurt me."

Jonathan briefly glanced at Murphy before his hands again began to move, gently sliding their hands together through the soapy slickness before letting the water run over Murphy's palms. Murphy watched Jonathan's face closely, seeing a gamut of emotions in his eyes.

"Jonathan?"

"Hmmm?"

"I want your phone number."

Jonathan smiled, not looking up, his hands pulling on Murphy's fingers one by one. "About fucking time, Murphy."

"What can I say? I'm stubborn."

"Oh, I know," Jonathan's chuckle filled the room. "Believe me, I know."

Jonathan reached for the towel, gently patting Murphy's hands dry, placing bandages across the meaty parts of his palms.

Murphy's mind drifted to thoughts of Connor. He couldn't help but remember Connor wrapping gauze around his hands after he broke the ceramic heart. Connor being so loving, so gentle. Connor kissing his hands, trying to make everything better. Connor...

"You okay?"

Murphy jumped before smiling nervously, a quick nod as his response.

"You looked like you were somewhere else."

Jonathan began to wash Murphy's face, his eyes now able to watch Murphy without distraction, to gauge his reaction. "I guess I was. I'm sorry, I was thinking about my brother."

Jonathan wanted to hear more, he was intrigued, he wondered about the look on Murphy's face. "What about him?"

Murphy lowered his eyes. "Just that he'll have to kiss my boo-boos when I get home, s'all."

"That's very sweet." Jonathan placed a bandage over Murphy's cheekbone, pressing gently but still making Murphy wince.

"He's always done that for me. I know it sounds completely nuts but he always makes me feel better, every single time. I'm just a baby, I guess."

Jonathan tossed the washcloth in the sink, resting his hands on Murphy's thighs and leaning toward him. "I want to be alone with you."

Murphy smirked, looking around & motioning with his eyes. "You are alone with me. Unless you have someone else here I can't see."

"No...I want to get you alone but not like this, not to patch you up. I want it to be just you & me, all alone. For an entire evening, Murphy, just us."

Murphy's eyes danced over Jonathan's face, unable to stay focused on one place. "Okay."

"Yeah?"

Murphy nodded, taking the initiative & leaning forward, capturing Jonathan's mouth with his lips. Jonathan let Murphy take control, he closed his eyes as Murphy's tongue gently pressed against his own, the sweetness from the night before returning to their kisses.

Jonathan kept his hands on Murphy's bare thighs, his fingers gently stroking, his nails lightly scratching. He was rewarded with a shiver from the boy as goosebumps formed across Murphy's body, their tongues delving deeper, their breathing heavier.

Murphy's hands went to Jonathan's biceps and he slid his fingers up into his sleeves, wanting bare skin. Jonathan flexed his muscles against Murphy's fingers and he laughed at Jonathan's antics, his mouth leaving Jonathan's for the briefest moment before sliding his tongue back into his waiting mouth.

Jonathan let Murphy control the kiss, allowing him to work his tongue between his lips at his leisure, their tongues teasing & tasting each other. Murphy kissed passionately, his mouth eager & needy, soft kissing sounds echoing in the tiled room.

Murphy moaned softly in Jonathan's mouth & it was all Jonathan could do to hold back. He wanted to slide his hands higher up Murphy's thighs and explore the area between his legs & make him moan even louder. He wanted to make the boy shudder, he wanted Murphy to yell his name, he wanted to watch his face as he lost control.

Murphy pulled away from Jonathan with a soft sigh, dropping his head, not looking into his eyes. "I need to stop."

Jonathan glanced down to Murphy's boxers, smiling at the effect he had on him, seeing the hardness that had begun to develop so quickly. "It's okay, I feel the exact same way."

It was after ten by the time Jonathan dropped Murphy off down the street from his house. Murphy whispered a quiet "thank you" before surprising Jonathan with a quick kiss to his lips. Jonathan tried to pull him closer but Murphy slid from his grasp with a slight smirk on his face & a shake to his head.

"Someone might see."

Jonathan leaned back in the driver's seat, looking forward to the day when Murphy wouldn't give a fuck if anyone saw.

"I have to go," Murphy quietly mumbled. "I'll see you on Wednesday night, right?"

"Unless you stand me up again."

"I'll be there," came the whispered promise.

Murphy quietly left the car, pausing in the street & waving to Jonathan before moving toward his home in silence. A few minutes later, Murphy heard the car turn around and he stopped in his yard to watch the tail lights as Jonathan drove away. He stood watching, imagining he could still see the lights long after they were gone.

Murphy felt Connor's presence before he actually saw him, he felt his approach as he grew near.

"Murph? Is that you?"

"It's me."

Connor stood next to Murphy in the dark yard, his eyes trying to see his twin's face. "I was worried about you."

"I'm fine, Connor."

Murphy wondered how much Connor saw, how much he noticed, how much he pieced together. He quickly decided Connor didn't see anything, it was too dark and he was too far away, there was no way he saw anything.

"Who was that guy you were with, Murph?"