After that first disorienting day, rounding up Diego and Klaus, then the long hours of insomnia, talking to Allison into the night and struggling to fall asleep— After all that, he's been trying to settle back into a routine.
It doesn't feel as familiar as it once did. This, either. Having Allison around has become a rare precious thing again, something not to take for granted anymore (as if he ever did); now, when that aching grieving loss of her feels more immediate and close-to-hand than a year-plus living together. It's taking some time to reconcile those two sets of memories, lining them up next to each other and trying to figure out where the pieces align, because they don't.
And he's settling into it. Calling up Joe again (or Jack?), getting back onto the shift rotation. Showing up at work. Running into Brandon there, unexpectedly. Checking his messages and seeing the ones he'd missed and which have piled up for him: a coffee invitation from Kaneki, he'll arrange that later.
Luther's sitting in the living room still checking the communicator when he hears the front door, his head turning, practically like a dog's ears pricking up at the sound of its owner returning. "Welcome back," he calls out. He can't even pretend to busy himself with the communicator or be distracted from her; he looks up instead, watches Allison bustle in with a handful of mail, slipping out of her high heels.
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It doesn't feel as familiar as it once did. This, either. Having Allison around has become a rare precious thing again, something not to take for granted anymore (as if he ever did); now, when that aching grieving loss of her feels more immediate and close-to-hand than a year-plus living together. It's taking some time to reconcile those two sets of memories, lining them up next to each other and trying to figure out where the pieces align, because they don't.
And he's settling into it. Calling up Joe again (or Jack?), getting back onto the shift rotation. Showing up at work. Running into Brandon there, unexpectedly. Checking his messages and seeing the ones he'd missed and which have piled up for him: a coffee invitation from Kaneki, he'll arrange that later.
Luther's sitting in the living room still checking the communicator when he hears the front door, his head turning, practically like a dog's ears pricking up at the sound of its owner returning. "Welcome back," he calls out. He can't even pretend to busy himself with the communicator or be distracted from her; he looks up instead, watches Allison bustle in with a handful of mail, slipping out of her high heels.
"How was the first day back at work?"