[open] And the nights, they last forever...

[the_horror]

WHO: The Hargreeves + Guests
WHERE: Various Cities
WHEN: Month of May
WHAT: Mass log of idiots to keep from flooding others. A log for all things Hargreeves, their Adventures, and those trying to befriend them.
WARNINGS: Obligatory CW for: drugs, alcohol, mentions of death, and mentions of child abuse. You know, the normal things.

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[hellogoodhigh]

There's a soft shake of his head, and he finds himself leaning against the wall, pressing fingertips to the drywall of the giftshop. A soft heave of his shoulders as he sighs, as he rolls his head, as he tries to keep it all back anyway.

"We go back in time and fix everything? Do what Five's planning? He's not going to remember me anyway. Can't be in Vietnam if I was never kidnapped or took the briefcase to begin with, right?" It's such a hollow, tired laugh that comes to his lips, and he crosses his arms, straightening himself out.

"... I need a smoke."

[obediences]

Though Luther can be cruelly pragmatic, he can also be stubbornly optimistic sometimes -- and that streak reveals itself now. "Depending on exactly when we go back to," he points out, "we can thread the needle. Find the right day, the right hour. So, after your kidnapping but before everything goes to hell in a handbasket. There's a few days in there we can work with."

He says it with such confidence, that the old outlines of Number One show at the edges.

"We'll find a way, Klaus."

And then, at his brother's next words, Luther's caught by a burst of inspiration. He pokes through the shelves and boxes until he finds a souvenir zippo lighter emblazoned with Tessie's outline, and purchases it. "Alright. Let's get some air."

END

[hellogoodhigh]

He's too sober by far, really. Hasn't had his usual hits because the lake has been lovely, the company wonderful. Far enough away from the ghosts and the chattering of other people that it's tolerable. And Luther- well, Luther's stubborn optimism gets him smiling despite himself.

There hadn't been much time- a handful of days. And honestly, most of it was a blur. But he remembers how solid Ben's hand had felt on his shoulder at the theatre. How when he looked across from him, it was a younger Allison staring back at him, a smaller Diego holding his hand.

And he can't shake the feeling that whenever they get back? They'll be thirty year olds in kids bodies, sitting around the table right after Five ran off to join the post-apocalyptic future.

All the same, Luther buys a lighter, and gestures for them to step outside, and Klaus tries to clear his head. Optimism. Maybe he should try and think like Luther more often.

Too bad, when he opens the door, he walks into a living nightmare...