[ Once upon a time, it would've just been him rolling over in bed and delivering a wordless rap of the knuckles against his wall: a light tap-tap-tap and Morse code and the little Allison-Luther codes and signals they'd worked out for themselves, too. Should I put on a song. Are you up for talking. I need to sleep. But with the advent of these communicators comes texts, but—
Sometimes text just isn't enough.
So Luther rolls out of bed, tugs on an oversized hoodie, and quietly lets himself out into the hallway. He hasn't yet memorised the creak of the floorboards here like he had back home, all those times tiptoeing out — but this isn't as old of a house, either. He stands on the landing for a second, glancing down the hall, before opening her door and slipping in. Quirks a rueful smile at the fact that Allison wasn't actually dressed for bed yet; it looked like she had just dropped there, like a stone, as soon as they got home. ]
Sorry. I won't be long. I just—
[ Wanted to see her again. The flicker and byplay of expression on her face. Wishes he could hear her voice again, too, but. ]
Today was rough on all of us. Wanted to see if you were okay. Texting from next door felt weird.
[ Weird but also right, too, because of course they would. Still, sometimes it just isn't adequate. ]
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[ Once upon a time, it would've just been him rolling over in bed and delivering a wordless rap of the knuckles against his wall: a light tap-tap-tap and Morse code and the little Allison-Luther codes and signals they'd worked out for themselves, too. Should I put on a song. Are you up for talking. I need to sleep. But with the advent of these communicators comes texts, but—
Sometimes text just isn't enough.
So Luther rolls out of bed, tugs on an oversized hoodie, and quietly lets himself out into the hallway. He hasn't yet memorised the creak of the floorboards here like he had back home, all those times tiptoeing out — but this isn't as old of a house, either. He stands on the landing for a second, glancing down the hall, before opening her door and slipping in. Quirks a rueful smile at the fact that Allison wasn't actually dressed for bed yet; it looked like she had just dropped there, like a stone, as soon as they got home. ]
Sorry. I won't be long. I just—
[ Wanted to see her again. The flicker and byplay of expression on her face. Wishes he could hear her voice again, too, but. ]
Today was rough on all of us. Wanted to see if you were okay. Texting from next door felt weird.
[ Weird but also right, too, because of course they would. Still, sometimes it just isn't adequate. ]