[ Allison isn't certain it would easier with the ability to talk, but she's only ever made more aware of how impossible it is when she has to collect her thoughts, if not her pride, which is somewhere else, maybe it crawled under this couch hours ago and never came back, against the dull throbbing in her head.
She held Luther's gaze for a moment. A turbulent collision of regret, frustration, and something all too clearly still pain. One that didn't come from her head. One that went nowhere from standing on her chest still. Even as she worked on opening the bottle and swallowing down some of the pills first. At once so tempted to give in, give over, something unchecking just at the sound of his voice, at seeing his face, hearing his voice.
And almost suddenly frustrated it had ended up being him to answer, too.
Because she might have managed to find a way to say nothing at all. With anyone else. ]
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She held Luther's gaze for a moment. A turbulent collision of regret, frustration, and something all too clearly still pain. One that didn't come from her head. One that went nowhere from standing on her chest still. Even as she worked on opening the bottle and swallowing down some of the pills first. At once so tempted to give in, give over, something unchecking just at the sound of his voice, at seeing his face, hearing his voice.
And almost suddenly frustrated it had ended up being him to answer, too.
Because she might have managed to find a way to say nothing at all. With anyone else. ]