That smirk, how I hated it. The look he would give when he'd won something or managed to bed a particularly beautiful woman. I always associated it with being used, because that's all Murdoc did, was use people.
I couldn't meet his eyes for once and when the submarine surfaced I went up with 2D to get some fresh air.
"'Ey little luv." He said, sitting down next to me, watching the sun set into the clear sky.
"Hello 2D-san." I murmured glumly.
"Wot's wrong wif yew?" he asked, curious. I shook my head. I couldn't explain this to him; it was too difficult to explain it to myself, let alone someone else.
"I don't know, I just feel, upset." I replied. He wrapped one arm comfortingly around me and kissed my forehead.
"I 'ope yew feel better, I 'ate seein' yew upset." He said into my hair. I closed my eyes, inhaling the smell of stale cigarettes that always clung to him.
"Thank you 2D-san," I whispered. "It means a lot." He pushed me out so I was arm's length away from him and he cocked his head at me. His vacant stare wasn't so bad in the light of the sunset and I smiled as I brushed a blue spike away from his eyes.
"Fanks luv." He murmured, and he brought me closer until our faces were inches away, and I almost succumbed to the electricity.
"No, 2D-san, we cannot." She said, pulling away. It didn't occur to me that I had no legitimate ties to the wounded Satanist in the submarine but I knew that when I had chosen to wind my fingers through his something had begun that would not easily be stopped, for better or for worse.
2D looked put-off but nodded, not suspecting her reasons. "I'm sorry luv, I didn' mean to make yew uncomfortable." He said. She nodded and before she could protest he swooped down and gave her a light peck on the lips. He didn't say anything, just got up and went below into the sub.
Oh Noodle, I told myself what are you doing? And I didn't have an answer.