[ It's not a lot to go off. Just two words, perhaps indistinguishable from other terse responses she's given him during late-night texts — like one particular exchange that hadn't gone half so well, either, that first night in this world — but he can tell. Pretty sure he can tell what particular cant and tone and emotion goes into that Me, too. The warmth, the relief.
For the thousandth, ten-thousandth time, Luther feels his heart turn over in his chest. An ache. ]
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For the thousandth, ten-thousandth time, Luther feels his heart turn over in his chest. An ache. ]
Are you in your room?