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The tumultuous events of late seemed to finally be behind them. Nikki and her niece were back at home, Sylvie was out of the hospital and no longer craving human flesh, and the threat that the two supposed vigilantes posed had been dismissed by Ana. The Seattle area was finally starting to look peaceful and clean again, the way it should, and it was back to business as usual. Luther and Connor had their life back, uninterrupted. No more running around trying to save everyone, no more shuffling sleeping arrangements, no more eating out of the vending machines. It was quiet motel rooms and cheap diner food again, tv schedules so Connor didn't miss his dramas, Luther counting his pills. Everything was normal.
Luther wasn't sure why it bothered him so much. The excitement around Halloween had admittedly been a pain in his ass, but for the first time in ages, he'd been free to roam the streets. And he'd been enjoying it. No looking over his shoulder for once, at least not for cops. Zombies were something he could actually handle, strange as they were, and there had been something truly exciting about being let off his short leash to fight evil for a change. It had felt like he was doing something good for the first time in forever. He'd protected people. He'd been someone who could be relied upon to save the day. Given the circumstances, it was pretty different from being the father who could unclog the sink or show up at just the right moment to take the baby to the doctor, but it felt the same way. And having Nikki around to remind him of the old days, when he had still been a decent person with a real life, had made the illusion even more real.
But the illusion was gone now. Luther had been saying many times over the last few days that he was glad things were back to normal, but his behavior had definitely been at odds with his words. And that evening, while Connor sat and watched tv, Luther was stretched out on his bed and staring at the ceiling instead of exercising the way he usually did to pass the hours. There were a lot of thoughts rolling like loose marbles through his head and all of them were not helping with his brooding.
[ open to connor! ]
Luther wasn't sure why it bothered him so much. The excitement around Halloween had admittedly been a pain in his ass, but for the first time in ages, he'd been free to roam the streets. And he'd been enjoying it. No looking over his shoulder for once, at least not for cops. Zombies were something he could actually handle, strange as they were, and there had been something truly exciting about being let off his short leash to fight evil for a change. It had felt like he was doing something good for the first time in forever. He'd protected people. He'd been someone who could be relied upon to save the day. Given the circumstances, it was pretty different from being the father who could unclog the sink or show up at just the right moment to take the baby to the doctor, but it felt the same way. And having Nikki around to remind him of the old days, when he had still been a decent person with a real life, had made the illusion even more real.
But the illusion was gone now. Luther had been saying many times over the last few days that he was glad things were back to normal, but his behavior had definitely been at odds with his words. And that evening, while Connor sat and watched tv, Luther was stretched out on his bed and staring at the ceiling instead of exercising the way he usually did to pass the hours. There were a lot of thoughts rolling like loose marbles through his head and all of them were not helping with his brooding.