Luther's surprise, the way he goes just that much stiller when she leans in, without once looking away from her face, isn't surprising. There's something too familiar about all of that. Where the surprise isn't that it happens, but that it's still happening, right now, in this second, like somehow six hundred something days just keep not drowning out the things she never can forget no matter how hard she tries.

Isn't sure she's anywhere near ready for him to be still doing.

The way she isn't ready for how much it somehow matters. Luther congratulating her. Luther referencing her character like he actually has the smallest clue about what she's referencing, more than just some self-aggrandized step on the ladder she was referencing earlier. Her eyebrows knit gentle, only getting halfway there, expression too open for the quietly uncertain surprise, like she didn't quite understand or couldn't quite let herself believe.

"You've watched it?" is quieter than her earlier converted whispers, not in her volume so much as that it's almost like it tumbles out too quickly, too fast, too straight from the confused stumble and catch of her heart.