[Luther watches her, studies her quietly. As much as things have changed, part of him still feels like... he knows her. Knows her well enough to know what a single gaze can mean, to see everything that seems to be building up inside of her.
Or maybe it's just wishful thinking, longing for the past when they'd tell each other everything.
Whatever it is, it prompts him to reach out, resting his hand over her free one carefully.]
... It's okay. [It's not, not really... but Luther doesn't want to push her into anything right now.] Do you want to get some more rest? Maybe we can get you up to bed instead.
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Or maybe it's just wishful thinking, longing for the past when they'd tell each other everything.
Whatever it is, it prompts him to reach out, resting his hand over her free one carefully.]
... It's okay. [It's not, not really... but Luther doesn't want to push her into anything right now.] Do you want to get some more rest? Maybe we can get you up to bed instead.