There's a stiffness the way he says it, just barely able to grind out that answer past his teeth. Because it still feels too much like you were right, or answering an I told you so from Diego.
The anger's still there, rumbling beneath Luther's surface, but there's a bitterness to it now. (Anger at himself. At having turned her down, and Diego having seen it. At knowing he's caused this, himself. And having it thrown back in his face.)
And most of all, he's just exhausted. Tired of hashing out this one. Looking plainly at his mistakes on a night when he hadn't intended on it at all; he'd just meant to go get a late-night glass of water.
Hindsight is 20/20, and looking back, he wishes he could've left the house and formed a new team with Diego. Fought for themselves, not under the thumb of someone who hadn't deserved Number One's loyalty after all. Who wouldn't want such a thing?
(And yet, and yet.)
When Luther speaks again, he just sounds tired. Banking away from the subject, as he always does, whenever someone gets too close to touching on a raw nerve and those inviolable, untouchable topics. "Just don't let me catch you next time, Diego."
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There's a stiffness the way he says it, just barely able to grind out that answer past his teeth. Because it still feels too much like you were right, or answering an I told you so from Diego.
The anger's still there, rumbling beneath Luther's surface, but there's a bitterness to it now. (Anger at himself. At having turned her down, and Diego having seen it. At knowing he's caused this, himself. And having it thrown back in his face.)
And most of all, he's just exhausted. Tired of hashing out this one. Looking plainly at his mistakes on a night when he hadn't intended on it at all; he'd just meant to go get a late-night glass of water.
Hindsight is 20/20, and looking back, he wishes he could've left the house and formed a new team with Diego. Fought for themselves, not under the thumb of someone who hadn't deserved Number One's loyalty after all. Who wouldn't want such a thing?
(And yet, and yet.)
When Luther speaks again, he just sounds tired. Banking away from the subject, as he always does, whenever someone gets too close to touching on a raw nerve and those inviolable, untouchable topics. "Just don't let me catch you next time, Diego."