"Please." Allison's scoff is a light thing compared to the poison-laced snap everyone growing up with her knows it could so easily be. "She deserves better than that."
Maybe not...Luther. But definitely not Diego.
"Maybe you should write her letters and let her down gently," is teasing, though Allison can feel the way even the joke makes her ribcage feel too tense, too tight. The idea of Luther squirreled away, privately engaged in closed conversations, having in-jokes with someone else. She's twelve, thirteen, fourteen; not even wanting to share him with Diego, with their Father. Greedy and wanting as only The Rumor could be, having gotten her way in so many things for so long. And this one was all the sweeter because she'd never forced him to pick her. Not once.
(Not even the one time he didn't pick her at all. Forever. The end.)
"But, who knows, maybe that would lead to handwriting analysis and shrine building."
"Maybe it's best to just never come back, and hope she finds a suitable replacement obsession. It'll probably only take 4-5 business—" She is snappy and fast, and it's light, even if a little more forced, while she tries to frown at her own emotions. But she snaps the end with a flick, too, making it more outlandish. "—months."
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Maybe not...Luther. But definitely not Diego.
"Maybe you should write her letters and let her down gently," is teasing, though Allison can feel the way even the joke makes her ribcage feel too tense, too tight. The idea of Luther squirreled away, privately engaged in closed conversations, having in-jokes with someone else. She's twelve, thirteen, fourteen; not even wanting to share him with Diego, with their Father. Greedy and wanting as only The Rumor could be, having gotten her way in so many things for so long. And this one was all the sweeter because she'd never forced him to pick her. Not once.
(Not even the one time he didn't pick her at all. Forever. The end.)
"But, who knows, maybe that would lead to handwriting analysis and shrine building."
"Maybe it's best to just never come back, and hope she finds a suitable replacement obsession. It'll probably only take 4-5 business—" She is snappy and fast, and it's light, even if a little more forced, while she tries to frown at her own emotions. But she snaps the end with a flick, too, making it more outlandish. "—months."