[ Uncustomary swearing, from their so typically buttoned-up leader. But he's frustrated. He's frustrated and he's tired, and he's cutting straight to the gap in Diego's proposal. ]
[It doesn't come quickly. In fact, it's several minutes for those three words to hit Luther's screen. But it's the only thing he can think of at all. It's another minute or two before he adds: ]
I haven't got it all figured out yet, either. It's like chewing glass half the time, but I'm trying, Luther. Really... trying this time.
At least it doesn't exacerbate it. Doesn't exacerbate her. Doesn't trigger another meltdown.
[ Not that Vanya had actually lost it the one time they'd had to suffer each others' presence alone in-person, but Luther's still fixated on worst case scenarios. On that hole in the wall, which he'd taken it upon himself to repair.
(On Vanya's bleach-white face and the feeling of his body floating in mid-air, wracked with pain, dying and dying and dying.)
But. Still. Luther's afraid of her and he knows he's afraid of her, but Number One's also been trained to not give in to fear. So he's wedged between a rock and a hard place, thinking of it. 'Chewing glass' was a good description. ]
If I do talk to her and she blows up the entirety of Nonah, then it's on your head.
Do you not fucking understand that being ignored and shoved aside in a box away from everybody else is like 99% of the fucking ISSUE?
Jesus, Luther. I get you're trying not to step wrong, but you still are, in a big fucking way. If you completely leave it up to her, I'm not sure she'll ever come to you. Because I think that's part of thing all together. She needs us to make those steps, not the other way around.
[Mostly? He's talking out of his fucking ass, he has no more clue than Luther how to go about Vanya, either. But he is still reeling from conversations with her in the last couple of days. The visit at Aegis two days ago that Allison refused to let him have on his own. He's trying to piece some of it together for himself, still.]
[ If Luther keeps going, he might just accidentally snap this flimsy communicator in half in his hand. Diego's always been the best at riling him up, at nipping at those patient edges and stoking Luther into actual anger.
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[ Uncustomary swearing, from their so typically buttoned-up leader. But he's frustrated. He's frustrated and he's tired, and he's cutting straight to the gap in Diego's proposal. ]
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[It doesn't come quickly. In fact, it's several minutes for those three words to hit Luther's screen. But it's the only thing he can think of at all. It's another minute or two before he adds: ]
I haven't got it all figured out yet, either. It's like chewing glass half the time, but I'm trying, Luther. Really... trying this time.
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[ Not that Vanya had actually lost it the one time they'd had to suffer each others' presence alone in-person, but Luther's still fixated on worst case scenarios. On that hole in the wall, which he'd taken it upon himself to repair.
(On Vanya's bleach-white face and the feeling of his body floating in mid-air, wracked with pain, dying and dying and dying.)
But. Still. Luther's afraid of her and he knows he's afraid of her, but Number One's also been trained to not give in to fear. So he's wedged between a rock and a hard place, thinking of it. 'Chewing glass' was a good description. ]
If I do talk to her and she blows up the entirety of Nonah, then it's on your head.
[ He's being unfair. Grumbling. ]
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Jesus, Luther. I get you're trying not to step wrong, but you still are, in a big fucking way.
If you completely leave it up to her, I'm not sure she'll ever come to you.
Because I think that's part of thing all together. She needs us to make those steps, not the other way around.
[Mostly? He's talking out of his fucking ass, he has no more clue than Luther how to go about Vanya, either. But he is still reeling from conversations with her in the last couple of days. The visit at Aegis two days ago that Allison refused to let him have on his own. He's trying to piece some of it together for himself, still.]
Whatever, Luther.
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Whatev[ If Luther keeps going, he might just accidentally snap this flimsy communicator in half in his hand. Diego's always been the best at riling him up, at nipping at those patient edges and stoking Luther into actual anger.
So, in the end: no response. ]