I can read People. Consider it character growth. [ He's grinning into empty air, grinning into the mouthpiece of the phone, imagining her sitting beside him and getting to talk to his best friend again.
(Luther has been trapped in amber compared to all the rest of them; pressed to the Academy posters as a snapshot frozen in time, an ever-smiling static image of the picture-perfect superhero, just getting taller and his shoulders filling out. He hasn't changed much, he thinks.
That's the whole problem.)
But for now, in these precious minutes, at least he can talk to Allison and joke around and feel that frivolity lifting his heart. ]
How have you been, otherwise?
[ There's another possible question burning the back of his tongue, but he can't quite work up the nerve just yet. ]
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(Luther has been trapped in amber compared to all the rest of them; pressed to the Academy posters as a snapshot frozen in time, an ever-smiling static image of the picture-perfect superhero, just getting taller and his shoulders filling out. He hasn't changed much, he thinks.
That's the whole problem.)
But for now, in these precious minutes, at least he can talk to Allison and joke around and feel that frivolity lifting his heart. ]
How have you been, otherwise?
[ There's another possible question burning the back of his tongue, but he can't quite work up the nerve just yet. ]