It’s not a conscious thought, but with the topic broached he looks around the sparse MacManus residence, scanning for a corner of privacy, but even the goddamn shitter is in the middle of the room, no walls or nothing.
“Speaking of…” he trails off, hoping the insinuation would be clear enough. When neither responds he bursts out bluntly.
“How do you fuck in here? Is there like a sock on the door system, or-“
6 ways the MacManus twins deal with the lack of privacy in their squat. Love this – I have a weakness for outside POV, and the (explicitly incest) one from Murphy’s POV is deliciously hot in its codependency.