Lincoln gasped for breaths as he let Murphy guide, manhandle and set him on a chair. He wiped his face with the back of his forearms and hiccuped slightly as his body shuddered with the grief that wracked him so. He wasn't sure if or when he'd stop shaking but he never thought his body could convulse more than it already was. That was right until he saw Murphy pull out that velvet box. His eyes narrowed for a second until the full recognition kicked in.

	[color=117722]"Is that..."[/color] He could barely get the words out, his voice was rough, as if it was trying to claw it's way out of his throat. He looked up to Murphy with his puffy, red eyes and blinked before reaching out and taking the box from his hand.

	Lincoln turned the box over and over between his hands and his eyes were fixated on it. He hesitated a couple times before finally opening the small box quickly and then snapping it shut again just as fast. He looked to Murphy, squared his jaw, opened his mouth and then shut it again. Rinse and repeat. Lincoln had no idea what to do, what to say, how to act... Nothing made sense to him in the moment and he wondered why Tasha hadn't pawned it. Surely it could have got good money to help pay for medical bills or something less depressing to look at?

	[color=117722]"When did she give you this?"[/color] His voice was barely a whisper but it came out stronger than his previous mumbling. His eyes shot up from the ring box and his look was so intense that it stared into the depth of Murphy's god damn soul. His fingers curled around the box and his chest rose and fell as he took deep breaths, as if he was steeling himself for what came next.