“ … you – y’know that me kissin’ it objectively
don’t … fix … nothin’. … right? ”
not that there’s all that much to be fixed – the heels of murdoc’s hands are raw, and sore, from catching himself on the sidewalk after a misstep off the bus. so what? it’s a baby scrape. a booboo, like he’d tell lily, all that time ago. just a booboo, lil. it’ll heal up in a day and – and you’ll forget all about it.
he’d never kissed lily’s booboos, and he regrets that now. kissing your loved ones’ scrapes just – wasn’t a thing, back then. ( or maybe he just hadn’t heard of it; either way, he feels like he’s deprived her. )
hurts to think about. when he stops thinking about it, he’s still holding murdoc’s hand, and – for good measure – grendel pecks his palm one last time before letting him go.
he’s never kept anybody close by being literal.
“ … but nah, you’re … you’re right.
all better. ”