[ Every time. Every goddamn time, that sound is going to throw him for a loop and make his heart do idiot somersaults in his chest; he hears it next door like he'd once heard the murmur of her voice through the window or she'd heard the bass of his music through the walls back home, and Luther can feel something inside his ribcage grow three sizes. He's grinning like an idiot in the darkness of his room. Just at having done that, drawn out that laugh again, and made that happen. ]
I think I'm being bullied. Really unfair, for the record.
[ Even after everything, after this past week, there is something so inexpressibly easy about falling into this with her. The comfortable (and comforting) back-and-forth as if it never ended. ]
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I think I'm being bullied. Really unfair, for the record.
[ Even after everything, after this past week, there is something so inexpressibly easy about falling into this with her. The comfortable (and comforting) back-and-forth as if it never ended. ]