"How long was I out this time?"
Luther smiled at me.
This is not making anything easier for me.
"Two days."
"Oh. Did I miss anything interesting? Seems like you two are still alive so that's good."
Tom smiled. I couldn't.
I hate useless complications and yet here I am—
The resource for my apocalypse got me feeling uncertain of a decision I wouldn't even consider a few months ago,
His ex-boyfriend is here watching like a hawk, still alive,
And I am feeling… weird.
Something is wrong with all of this.
What could have changed that much?
Why am I not acting according to my plan?
When did Luther become more important than my revenge? Than my utopia?
"Tom, would you mind giving us the room for a couple of minutes?"
Tom grimaces, the corners of his mouth tight with disapproval.
His jaw twitches.
His eyes flick toward the floor, then back to mine, full of things he's not saying.
Still, he nods once, sharp and clipped, and turns.
