[ As her door opens, Allison opens her eyes for the first time since sending her first message to him, and blinks a few times, putting Luther and the shadows into something like focus. Luther filling the doorway, and Luther, making it all recede from any of her focus beyond him, too. She reached up and rubbed at her eyes, only to stop and look at him again as the deep rumble of his voice filled, and defined, the silence of her room.
There's the temptation to give him the serious answer. The easy one. The one that fills her head too quickly, and is all her therapists' voice; no one is entirely okay yet. No matter what any of them might be entirely too well trained at. But she lets it drop for the last words, as much as the first one. One corner of her mouth being dragged a little crooked. ]
Still in one piece.
I'd at least wait until tomorrow to think about showing up Klaus.
[ Maybe it is a little too easy, or too flippant. Light where everything feels a single breath, a single word from pointing out it wasn't only a minute ago, isn't still, not really, only a wall between them away, that wasn't between them anymore. When Luther is there filling up the space and the silence, knotting that feeling behind her breastbone. With all she'd said, and all she thought, and how much it was true.
Every day, but especially in the glaring light of today, tonight. ]
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There's the temptation to give him the serious answer. The easy one. The one that fills her head too quickly, and is all her therapists' voice; no one is entirely okay yet. No matter what any of them might be entirely too well trained at. But she lets it drop for the last words, as much as the first one. One corner of her mouth being dragged a little crooked. ]
Still in one piece.
I'd at least wait until tomorrow to think about showing up Klaus.
[ Maybe it is a little too easy, or too flippant. Light where everything feels a single breath, a single word from pointing out it wasn't only a minute ago, isn't still, not really, only a wall between them away, that wasn't between them anymore. When Luther is there filling up the space and the silence, knotting that feeling behind her breastbone. With all she'd said, and all she thought, and how much it was true.
Every day, but especially in the glaring light of today, tonight. ]