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The problem with being happy-- or at least content, when he's a little concerned about claiming he's fully happy, some little fear at the back of his mind-- is that Luther's realizing that he hasn't ever felt it before. Various degrees of okay or fine have been the optimal states, before his accident or while working for Jack Ruby.
A few items still remain unchecked on his list that might push through his waffling, but so many other pieces exist that he moves through Darrow with less and less inclination to slouch and draw in on himself. The moon no longer seems smug in the sky. Best of all, he goes home to a house with most of his family in it.
If only he could stop thinking about the other shoe dropping.
It's a day on which Luther's keeping the thought successfully at the back of his mind, and so he doesn't see it coming, when he hauls home a box of secondhand books, sprawling out in the yard with them. The contents of the box remain a mystery, as he was promised, and sure, it's a fun surprise right up until he's holding Extra-Ordinary: My Life as Number Seven by one Vanya Hargreeves.
Luther knows he shouldn't even open it. He should probably burn it right now, to keep it from hurting any of the others. The problem? Sometimes it's hard to resist a little pain for himself.
He's both grateful and nauseated when only a few minutes later, he ends up pitching the book out into the grass.
A few items still remain unchecked on his list that might push through his waffling, but so many other pieces exist that he moves through Darrow with less and less inclination to slouch and draw in on himself. The moon no longer seems smug in the sky. Best of all, he goes home to a house with most of his family in it.
If only he could stop thinking about the other shoe dropping.
It's a day on which Luther's keeping the thought successfully at the back of his mind, and so he doesn't see it coming, when he hauls home a box of secondhand books, sprawling out in the yard with them. The contents of the box remain a mystery, as he was promised, and sure, it's a fun surprise right up until he's holding Extra-Ordinary: My Life as Number Seven by one Vanya Hargreeves.
Luther knows he shouldn't even open it. He should probably burn it right now, to keep it from hurting any of the others. The problem? Sometimes it's hard to resist a little pain for himself.
He's both grateful and nauseated when only a few minutes later, he ends up pitching the book out into the grass.
