Allison tries not to think about it. Any of her last words. It'll just frustrate her if she thinks about it too deeply. The snake eating its own tail. It can't be fixed (not without breaking other things; ones worth more than her convenience), only accepted. And she's rather good at that. Accepting what she doesn't want to. Sliding it under the carpet and letting it just be ignored fine. It has its own so deeply worn in, well used grooves now.

"Good. Do." Allison pops right back, the smallest rise to her brows like it might be a challenge for him actually to follow through on. The last few months have been a lot quieter while things settled. And in some part, it still feels like it's not just months, but years since Luther was talking to her. It could be a literal closet, if that's what it took to have this again.