[ He's just sprawled in bed staring up at the ceiling, his gaze faraway as it settles on those intangible words instead, but Luther still crinkles his brow into a frown like he's seen something distasteful in front of him. Thinking the exact same thing: they're all diverging further and further from each other, even Diego and Vanya divided by a couple months. None of them are the exact same age anymore. ]
I have no idea how we're going to measure ages a month and a half from now.
[ He doesn't name the date, but it's clear: come their next combined birthday. ]
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I have no idea how we're going to measure ages a month and a half from now.
[ He doesn't name the date, but it's clear: come their next combined birthday. ]
... Probably no party this year, though.