[ If they were in separate rooms, and if Luther were actually typing this out, he could have furiously desperately stabbed the SEND button and then flung his communicator under his bed or something, so he doesn't have to stare at the inbox waiting for a response. That would have been easier. He's still half-wishing he could crawl under this armchair and escape.
Instead his whole face feels stiff and rigid with the effort of keeping it motionless, holding his jaw and cheek muscles in perfect stillness, burningly self-conscious. Luther's never been the best at poker faces to begin with. ]
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And when it was just you and me.
[ If they were in separate rooms, and if Luther were actually typing this out, he could have furiously desperately stabbed the SEND button and then flung his communicator under his bed or something, so he doesn't have to stare at the inbox waiting for a response. That would have been easier. He's still half-wishing he could crawl under this armchair and escape.
Instead his whole face feels stiff and rigid with the effort of keeping it motionless, holding his jaw and cheek muscles in perfect stillness, burningly self-conscious. Luther's never been the best at poker faces to begin with. ]