Dallas for some reason really wants to be able to do something nice for Luck.
Yes. For some reason. Wooooooob!
Small confusion: We -- we didn't think we should go to the trial, to keep from getting anyone's attention. Who's we? Dallas and Eve? Or Dallas and Luck didn't think Dallas should go? Dallas and his pet pocket mouse? Minor issue, but I can't quite puzzle out which we applies.
Gandor brother love always makes me squee. I have a loyalty kink like you wouldn't believe... and it's not always exclusively sexual! Now why do I want to see Claire's outlook on the matter?
Oh, because he's awesome. Carry on, then.
The whole thing with the two of them talking? Perfection. Sweet, achingly sad, lonely, and just... oh! Luck realizing how much he means to Dallas, Dallas realizing just what kind of trouble Luck's been having, the comfort of them together made bittersweet by the fact that they can't be together. Best Laylah ever. And now I want to see Luck-in-prison porn. I'm a terrible human being.
"He doesn't bother me," Luck says. "I keep asking him back."
Now why does this sound like something Luck's said a lot? :D
Long story short (too late!) I love everything about this one. Yay. Thank you for writing it. :)