Good. [ It's a small, exhausted exhale. ] I know you guys are probably frustrated, but— it just wasn't the time to lecture.
[ Pressure was one of the things they'd always lived with, one of the intangibles that Luther had found himself monitoring in those years of the Academy. How many hairline fractures could crack and spiderweb across a surface before it shattered. Luther had misjudged that before, in the past. Had leaned too hard on Ben and watched him die for it. Had seen Klaus fracture and break under the weight Sir Reginald had placed on him. (Had felt his own spine bow and bend, under that pressure.)
He watches Allison from the doorway, his shoulder leaning against the jamb. Considers everything he could ask or say about her own hospital wakeup. Luther's own.
no subject
[ Pressure was one of the things they'd always lived with, one of the intangibles that Luther had found himself monitoring in those years of the Academy. How many hairline fractures could crack and spiderweb across a surface before it shattered. Luther had misjudged that before, in the past. Had leaned too hard on Ben and watched him die for it. Had seen Klaus fracture and break under the weight Sir Reginald had placed on him. (Had felt his own spine bow and bend, under that pressure.)
He watches Allison from the doorway, his shoulder leaning against the jamb. Considers everything he could ask or say about her own hospital wakeup. Luther's own.
It isn't territory he actually wants to touch. ]
You want anything from downstairs? Water?
[ A beat. ]
Glass of whiskey?