Murdock woke up well past dawn. Rose sat on the ground tending the fire. “Why didn’t you wake me earlier?” he asked, as he tried to get the kinks worked out of his abused muscles.
Rose shrugged without looking at him. “You needed all the sleep you could get,” she responded flatly.
“Have you eaten anything this morning?” he asked as he came over to the fire.
“No, I was waiting for you,” she said, avoiding his gaze.
“You could’ve eaten,” he told her. She just shrugged. Murdock picked up a piece of the leftover meat and started chewing on it. He offered some to Rose, who refused. “What’s the problem?” he asked finally.
“You don’t really want to know,” Rose stated.
“If I didn’t want to know, I wouldn’t have asked. Something is bothering you, so spill it!” He watched her for a few seconds
