Much Later
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Rated: pg13 for one word
Fandom, Pairing: Boondock Saints, Gen: Connor McManus, Murphy McManus
Disclaimer: not mine, never was mine, never will be mine. all is someone else's.
Word Count: 151
Authors Notes: For St Partick's Day, I give you this.


"Over?" Connor slurred at his brother.

Murphy murmured several choice words and scooted over, slowly opening his eyes. Where the fuck are we?

He squinted against the light, trying to make out the wall. Slowly, it swam into view and he relaxed slightly – it was indeed the wall of the seedy motel room they'd rented for the night.

He rolled away from the light, and bumped into Connor. "Hey…" his brother grumbled, moving his head and settling his arm over him instead of between them.

Murphy blinked slowly, trying to comprehend what was going on and what had happened and how, exactly, they'd managed to get home.

The only words coming to mind were St Patrick's Day, which he took as a sign he really should be sleeping still. He could figure out everything else later.

His head fell forward into the crook of his brother's neck. Yes, later. Much later.