[ Even to this day, Luther's constantly marveling that she even still likes him; he always assumes the worst, thinking Allison would have moved on by now. And yet. And yet. ]
What, me being glad that you're here?
[ And not dead? He can't bring himself to type that last part, although it's the thought that just keeps bouncing around the back of his skull. ]
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What, me being glad that you're here?
[ And not dead? He can't bring himself to type that last part, although it's the thought that just keeps bouncing around the back of his skull. ]