Her mouth curves a little as he squirms back down the opposite direction under the blankets that tug a bit more out under her, more at the sway of his strength than her own body weight, and sometimes she wonders how old they really are. And how that number can be twenty years ago, and too old for this, too old for all the shit the last four years have thrown at them, all at once.

She really is exhausted under all of it.
She just doesn't know how to sleep either.

Allison let her head roll back a little, flat on the bed as it was, without a pillow, not liking the taste of that idea even as he said it. No part of her could like the idea of Luther simply deciding to take a beating. For a job. For another person. For anyone. That wasn't what Luther was for. About. "That--"

She wants to say that doesn't sound like you, but what does she know. Between the newsreel, and his face, and these smallest, plainest details, it is, too. Or at least it had been. For a short time. Like Vanya being happy on a farm. And Klaus' cult, as insane as that was. Her. All of them where they weren't supposed to be, doing anything but laying low.

"Why?" This with a small roll of her head to glance a little in his direction. Even if her gaze doesn't entirely get there, especially given she'd need to either scoot up a bit more or prop herself a little to look over the all too noticeable, higher than normal, rise of his chest, ribs, shoulders. The vast shape of him in the darkness. "Why that? How did you end up in all that anyway?"

How did he go from Aegis to Jack Ruby?