"And I would've listened. I would've stayed. And I would've been miserable." He shifts away from Luther, folding his arms across his chest. "I could risk that." It's a hard thing to own, but it's there now, sitting heavy between them.
He leans against he counter and shrugs one shoulder, "Don't get me wrong, my life outside those walls wasn't...great. But it was mine." And that, more than a lot of things at that time, had been so, so very deeply important. Still was in so many ways.
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He leans against he counter and shrugs one shoulder, "Don't get me wrong, my life outside those walls wasn't...great. But it was mine." And that, more than a lot of things at that time, had been so, so very deeply important. Still was in so many ways.