for ltbrownnoser.

[obediences]

lost in time.

Comments

[obediences]

At least this is one of Luther's defining traits: that long-honed patience. You learn to practice a kind of zen mindfulness after years alone, but even before then, he'd been the steady pulse of the Umbrella Academy, plodding and predictable and measured in order to help keep the rest of them in line. The others could set their watches by him. Few things could chip through to fire up his anger properly; usually it was Diego at his worst, but even then, it was sometimes only accidental, when those barbed words hammered on a nerve that Diego didn't even know existed. So where Sarah's anger flared hot before finally burning down to these low embers, Luther's never caught fire in the first place.

"I don't know what's ahead, but there isn't much behind, either. There should be a big warehouse store a couple miles over that way, though." He jerks a thumb in the direction of north. "Do you know how to hotwire cars? Some of them are still running. If we can get one running, we can head out there, pick up what food we can, then start looking for well-situated shelter."

Talking logistics, making plans, all of it is just so comfortingly familiar that Luther realises a moment later that it's something of a comfort blanket. Falling back into strategising, building an approach for the mission they've found themselves in (even if it's not a mission at all). Just having someone to bounce those thoughts off is a relief, too. It's already an improvement over the last few weeks.

He shifts his weight from foot-to-foot, a little restlessly. There's an apology on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't even know where to begin—

So he doesn't. Instead: "Ready to go?"