It's not quite irritation, but neither of them have the vocabulary for it either. It's restlessness, a nagging ache of wanting something and not having it. Not getting it. An itch he can't scratch, and with that clock still ticking down over their heads.
When she starts talking again, though, the corner of Luther's mouth twitches into a smile even as he's looking away from her, out the window. She can see that twist of amusement on his face before he even turns to meet her eye again. There's that warm, teasing, fond note in Allison's voice, which he can't ever get enough of. She never, ever sounds like that in the interviews or the press junkets. If only he could just record that sound and have it with him forever.
"If the world is ending, you'd be one of the first people I'd tell," he says, and that statement sits somewhere between a tongue-in-cheek joke and the truth. If the world was ending, he'd need to get the Academy back together.
(And just savour as much time with her as he can have, before it all ends.)
"But they were pretty boring, though. It's mostly just business negotiations and new invention patents. Some space things, though, which is more interesting, but which I can talk about less." He's just looking at her now, his arm propped against the door.
A contemplative look in his eyes, before he winds up admitting: "You could never be one of the little people, though. Even if you took off the uniform."
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When she starts talking again, though, the corner of Luther's mouth twitches into a smile even as he's looking away from her, out the window. She can see that twist of amusement on his face before he even turns to meet her eye again. There's that warm, teasing, fond note in Allison's voice, which he can't ever get enough of. She never, ever sounds like that in the interviews or the press junkets. If only he could just record that sound and have it with him forever.
"If the world is ending, you'd be one of the first people I'd tell," he says, and that statement sits somewhere between a tongue-in-cheek joke and the truth. If the world was ending, he'd need to get the Academy back together.
(And just savour as much time with her as he can have, before it all ends.)
"But they were pretty boring, though. It's mostly just business negotiations and new invention patents. Some space things, though, which is more interesting, but which I can talk about less." He's just looking at her now, his arm propped against the door.
A contemplative look in his eyes, before he winds up admitting: "You could never be one of the little people, though. Even if you took off the uniform."