[ That dusty bigs house can swallow sounds at times, but when it's just her, laying in the silence, listening to it throb just from nothing, it's impossible not to hear Luther coming. Those silent steps of childhood another thing of the long gone past. Allison shifted her gaze to the doorway he came in through, pushing herself up gingerly, at least meeting his eyes for a second, before she was shifting. Sliding a foot under her, while making sure the blanket stayed covering her.
The world is too bright and too noisy, and even at the same time as she feels incredibly stupid, and like the last thing she wants him to see is this, she can't help also feeling like it's better him than anyone else. That she doesn't have the manic need to wrap it neatly and pretend with him. She can just rub her cheek, instead of her eyes, and reach out for the water that he brought. ]
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The world is too bright and too noisy, and even at the same time as she feels incredibly stupid, and like the last thing she wants him to see is this, she can't help also feeling like it's better him than anyone else. That she doesn't have the manic need to wrap it neatly and pretend with him. She can just rub her cheek, instead of her eyes, and reach out for the water that he brought. ]