"I didn't," he admits, simply. Because if he's going to champion transparency in this family, he has to be transparent. Bluntly honest, as Luther can be, sometimes. "You were gone... what, a day and a half? The house was attacked. Mom was deactivated. A lot was going on. But I-- I'm sorry I didn't notice."
Klaus and Five had been like wild neighbourhood cats that week: coming-and-going unpredictably, wandering off on their own inscrutable errands. That had been a time, once upon a time, that the team leader knew where every single one of the Academy was, at most moments of the day. Sir Reginald's obsessive monitoring had made sure of it. Luther would've planted trackers in all of them too if he could've, to keep them safe. But lately—
"I know it's not really a good excuse, but it's been a few years since we were in touch. Since you were in the house. I wasn't sure if you were going to stick around. So I lost track. That won't happen again."
He watches Klaus, watches the way the other man's gaze slides away.
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Klaus and Five had been like wild neighbourhood cats that week: coming-and-going unpredictably, wandering off on their own inscrutable errands. That had been a time, once upon a time, that the team leader knew where every single one of the Academy was, at most moments of the day. Sir Reginald's obsessive monitoring had made sure of it. Luther would've planted trackers in all of them too if he could've, to keep them safe. But lately—
"I know it's not really a good excuse, but it's been a few years since we were in touch. Since you were in the house. I wasn't sure if you were going to stick around. So I lost track. That won't happen again."
He watches Klaus, watches the way the other man's gaze slides away.
"Are you okay?"