Mask or Menace ☂ IC Phone Post

[numberthree]

INBOX Voice | Text | Call | Video | Surprise Me A flat computer automated voice comes on and states in monotone: "This is the voicemail box for Allison Hargreeves. Leave a message at the beep."

Luther

Diego

Klaus

Five

Ben

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Endish for now, or yours to end?

[numberthree]

Allison nods, a little absently. Memories of the two Thanksgiving before it, blurring into the realization she and Ray hadn't even gotten to the first one that would have been just theirs. The oddest facts that just presented themselves to her, unthought and unconsidered, until a domino made it fall out.

It's not worth saying out loud; she knows that.
It would be awkward, especially with what Luther knows now.
What she did. She broke the scale of deserving to mourn those things.

Instead, she lets it wind the direction Luther originally shifted it, after asking her to think of families had and families she wasn't allowed to have (and the daughter she would do anything not to let go of, and yet had buried deeper than a single whisper). To the last here, again, dramatic, but at least they'd been together. She really would take the one for the other, if they would just appear again. Even cancel the whole dinner if that was the only small price. But.

"It'll be smaller. But we'll manage."