"Aren't you tired of this?" One look from anyone else and people would say that Julian was talking to no one in this cramped apartment. Outside he could hear sirens wailing somewhere nearby, the sound of the train rumbling it's harsh chant of transit, even this late at night. It was a mess in here, clothes in a trail you could follow from the door to the small twin bed that took up the width of the apartment. There was barely space for the man, let alone someone for him to talk to. And yet-
"A person shouldn't live like this Juli," a voice from the left corner of the apartment, or maybe the right? Julian had given up looking but he knew what was there.
"So stop living here, leave me alone!" Julian felt something in him rise and the anger and desperation clawed its way out of his throat. He raised his voice louder.
"I don't need you so just- FUCKING LEAVE!"
Immediately the response was his bookshelf shaking precariously as a neighbor slammed their hands into wall and muffled, but pretty clear through what barely counted as a barrier shouted, "IT'S MIDNIGHT, SHUT THE FUCK UP."
Julian slapped a hand over his mouth and seethed, not wanting to draw the ire of the neighbor he was pretty sure had a gun, but feeling wronged. This wasn't his fault, none of this was his doing. It was all-
"I am bound to you. I cannot leave," Everywhere again, but also like a whisper directly in his ear, it made the man shudder in a way that was not entirely unpleasant, even if he would deny it emphatically.
"You can leave any time Murdock. I know what I sacrificed to bind us. You just have to agree that it's done!" Julian hissed his anger out at the presence, finally just moving to try and lay in his bed, head pounding with his frustrations.
The bed dipped, Julian closed his eyes tight, holding his breath at that moment and Murdock's voice sounded, "You sacrificed your name and body for my protection while you reformed into something different."
Julian felt a sharp pressure gently running over the scars on his chest, his body warmed as that voice continued, "You asked for your soul to be in tact. And while you may be reforming. You are not done changing yet Julian."
The young man let out a gasp as those sharp sensations dragged down the front of his chest to his stomach and his eyes shot open, there was raised skin where he had felt the nails, but no one else was there. No one was physically present, but he could feel Murdock's eyes on him. He didn't know what Murdock looked like, if he even had eyes, or was a he! But Julian knew that insistent feeling of being watched, knew the way it made him paranoid but also so warm in his body. He hated it.
He was very sure he hated it. Hate could be the only feeling he felt about this.
"You should rest Juli."
The voice in the darkness sounded smug, or maybe more hungry? Julian grit his teeth and turned away to the wall, "I fucking hate you Murdock."
"Yes dear boy, I will protect you still."
Edit: I wrote a bit more, proceed with caution