The message pops up in the corner of her vision, then, as their eyes meet: Fire away. And I'll try my best.
Luther's dropping the ball in her court, like he's done before (What do you want from me?). But it comes from honestly not knowing where to start: what to focus on, how deep to go. Testing the waters and letting Allison steer. Because navigating something like this is a minefield, and one he's unaccustomed to -- it's not a problem that can be solved with good, clean, honest combat or punching things. It's infinitely more difficult, and requires much harder work. He's too used to his thoughts chasing themselves in circles in his head or being pinned down on paper, rather than being shared with another human being.
There's that perpetual fear dogging him, that he'll put his foot in his mouth and say entirely the wrong thing again if he just starts talking unprompted.
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Luther's dropping the ball in her court, like he's done before (What do you want from me?). But it comes from honestly not knowing where to start: what to focus on, how deep to go. Testing the waters and letting Allison steer. Because navigating something like this is a minefield, and one he's unaccustomed to -- it's not a problem that can be solved with good, clean, honest combat or punching things. It's infinitely more difficult, and requires much harder work. He's too used to his thoughts chasing themselves in circles in his head or being pinned down on paper, rather than being shared with another human being.
There's that perpetual fear dogging him, that he'll put his foot in his mouth and say entirely the wrong thing again if he just starts talking unprompted.