microwavelength: (dnw - fist over mouth)
microwavelength ([personal profile] microwavelength) wrote in [community profile] torchwoodinstitute 2016-01-29 10:35 pm (UTC)

Luke wasn't ready for it and so he stumbled, but he didn't fall. The door was right there and be caught himself. "We can feel sorry for each other then," Luke said as he straightened up and then wrung out his clothing.

The smile he gave Gabriel was fake. It was well practiced but it was still fake. Nothing hit his eyes. It rarely did.

"Now dry clothes? Yeah. That'd be good. And I need to get back to Sy." Luke was obviously fixated. He didn't think Sylar needed him and maybe Luke couldn't feel anything real for Sylar, but Luke did need Sylar. Being away from him hurt.


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