Allison is a little surprised at Luther's fumble and sudden rush of words, as his wallet seemed almost to get the best of him, and the offer is normal enough -- but not, something she's all too aware of with her surprised tilt of a smile. Because people might, but he, they, didn't, couldn't ever. Also, it was just strange to think about Luther having his own money.
Which probably wasn't. It was probably some tyrannically ordered and rule-bound amount handed out to him with his trip by their father. Allison was pretty positive buying her ice cream wasn't on that list. And for the first time, stomach still wobbling with that first blush of surprise, Allison finds herself wondering if her father knows about this.
It's so patently suspect of the Monocle playing chess with his children, for some grand and pointless aim, it takes Allison another two seconds to remember they didn't even know this was going to happen. Because she wasn't supposed to be here, she'd told Luther she wouldn't be. Hadn't even known she would be until this morning. Reminds herself, her own insanity aside, Luther's not here in her favorite ice cream shop because of some twisted order to be here. That he'd said.
Schooling herself between vitriol and that too familiar unsettled twist in her stomach, the one he made happen far too easy to be anything good for her, Allison tried to pour herself back into a normal response. "I supposed that would be fair after getting the cab ride."
Like somehow that was all it was, and one generically polite sentence hadn't already blasted her thought an unexpected rollercoaster of too many feelings and opinions and overreactive considerations.
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Which probably wasn't. It was probably some tyrannically ordered and rule-bound amount handed out to him with his trip by their father. Allison was pretty positive buying her ice cream wasn't on that list. And for the first time, stomach still wobbling with that first blush of surprise, Allison finds herself wondering if her father knows about this.
It's so patently suspect of the Monocle playing chess with his children, for some grand and pointless aim, it takes Allison another two seconds to remember they didn't even know this was going to happen. Because she wasn't supposed to be here, she'd told Luther she wouldn't be. Hadn't even known she would be until this morning. Reminds herself, her own insanity aside, Luther's not here in her favorite ice cream shop because of some twisted order to be here. That he'd said.
Schooling herself between vitriol and that too familiar unsettled twist in her stomach, the one he made happen far too easy to be anything good for her, Allison tried to pour herself back into a normal response. "I supposed that would be fair after getting the cab ride."
Like somehow that was all it was, and one generically polite sentence hadn't already blasted her thought an unexpected rollercoaster of too many feelings and opinions and overreactive considerations.