[ Those words domino and hit on another thought of his; something he's been considering saying, a confession, one that wants to blurt itself out. It doesn't feel quite right admitting it here, right in front of Diego — who can probably tell (much to his irritation) whenever Luther and Allison are shooting looks at each other again and essentially whispering behind everyone's backs, and yet Luther can't ever stop himself from doing this, either. ]
Yeah. We never needed forty-seven bedrooms or whatever. And then obviously our other house became too big. I like the size of what we've got now, it feels more sensible.
I kind of miss how it used to be, though.
[ A second after he's sent it, he's already half-wishing he could undo it. Should he have said it? He probably shouldn't have said it. Oh god. He keeps his gaze trained on the TV, not able to look at her just this moment, doesn't want to see her reaction. ]
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Yeah. We never needed forty-seven bedrooms or whatever. And then obviously our other house became too big. I like the size of what we've got now, it feels more sensible.
I kind of miss how it used to be, though.
[ A second after he's sent it, he's already half-wishing he could undo it. Should he have said it? He probably shouldn't have said it. Oh god. He keeps his gaze trained on the TV, not able to look at her just this moment, doesn't want to see her reaction. ]