The whispers start not long after they make it in the doors.
First, likely, because of their clothes and how everyone can't not notice the zip it sends through the crowd, but it's not that many seconds after before the first time she catches their last name from some not far enough away mouth, and for the life of her, she's pretty positive that's always going to be more Luther. The boy still running around as the one last, great superhero of their modern age. Still on the news and magazines at a common rotation.
Also. The one of them who was far taller than everyone else in the room. Easy to spot.
There's. Allison doesn't even know if she can label that strange, knotted feeling -- emotion? reaction? -- in her center. But she finds herself amused less by Luther's unexpected answer and more by the way his tone sounds just a little uncertain. Reaching for something new in more ways than just picking ice cream flavor.
And she has to wonder if it's that she knew that voice better than any sound in her whole life for a very long time, or if she's trying to hear something there. If she's right. If she ever really had been. But she knows that's a lie. She knows how well she knew him. And she knows why.
Not the ice cream why. The big why.
"Yes," Allison says with a momentary smile flashed his direction, before she's looking through the glass, before adding with something of a smirk that betokens even more of her answer, or its lack thereof coming that easily, than the words that follow. "But it doesn't look like they have it out right now."
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First, likely, because of their clothes and how everyone can't not notice the zip it sends through the crowd, but it's not that many seconds after before the first time she catches their last name from some not far enough away mouth, and for the life of her, she's pretty positive that's always going to be more Luther. The boy still running around as the one last, great superhero of their modern age. Still on the news and magazines at a common rotation.
Also. The one of them who was far taller than everyone else in the room. Easy to spot.
There's. Allison doesn't even know if she can label that strange, knotted feeling -- emotion? reaction? -- in her center. But she finds herself amused less by Luther's unexpected answer and more by the way his tone sounds just a little uncertain. Reaching for something new in more ways than just picking ice cream flavor.
And she has to wonder if it's that she knew that voice better than any sound in her whole life for a very long time, or if she's trying to hear something there. If she's right. If she ever really had been. But she knows that's a lie. She knows how well she knew him. And she knows why.
Not the ice cream why. The big why.
"Yes," Allison says with a momentary smile flashed his direction, before she's looking through the glass, before adding with something of a smirk that betokens even more of her answer, or its lack thereof coming that easily, than the words that follow. "But it doesn't look like they have it out right now."