Luther pauses, and reads and rereads that one for a while. Picking through those three words and trying to imagine which version of it she means. It could be either. It could be both.

In the end, all he has to settle on is his own decision about how to interpret it -- both -- and he just nods. Reaches out and pats the back of her hand, briefly, just the smallest touch before he retreats back to his side of the chair.

And each other.