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[Luke's... tired. Tired enough that he's out in the lobby with his knitting and he doesn't even care if anybody sees him doing it, for once.

He'd gone home, of course, when the doors had arrived. How could he not? He'd gone home expecting things to be different. Thinking that after Monocle, after that Clive, he'd be able to actually admit to his own Layton the way that he feels, because all the Laytons he's met here have been fine with it and his own should be too, by that logic. It hadn't helped at all, though. He'd still been too scared to say a word about it, things had still been just and strained and awkward between them thanks to the tension of him wanting to say something and Layton knowing there was something wrong but not wanting to pry. He'd tried, though, only to be dragged back just as he'd finally worked up the courage to try bringing it up.

He'd managed to avoid company after he first came back, but by now Luke has gotten lonely enough to want any company. He's too tired to actually go seek anyone out, though, and he can't decide whose company he wants. Hence why he's just curled up in the lobby, just knitting sluggishly.

Come poke him?]

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[...he's knitting with Descole. Well. That was never something Luke predicted would happen in his life, but he guesses at least it's better than Descole trying to start something. He can't be bothered with that.]

...Descole.

[He gives a small smile staring down.]

I used to knit with my mother. She taught me when I was very little, and when she could get off work, she would teach me each time something new. She also taught me to sew, to cook, to dance...

[Descole shrugs to Luke and goes back down to knitting.]

...yeah. My mum taught me 'ow to knit, too. Can't do any o' the others, though. Maybe cookin'.

My mum always insisted I knew all these things. I never knew why. It's funny, I kind of miss her.

[He smiles again. He's not wearing his cape, or his hat, his muffler isn't even on. He's just wearing a casual tight fitting suit and his mask. Obviously, he's not acting like himself.]

You don't seem okay.

...ehh. S'okay. Don't worry about it.

[He shrugs a bit. No matter how nice Descole is being, Luke doesn't really want to discuss that with him.]

...so, uh. You're in the election now, right?

I s'pose so.

[He notices the unsettled look that Luke is giving.]

What's wrong? Seriously. You can tell me. I'm not going to use it against you, and I'm not trying to win you over an election I can care less about, I just...

[He just wants to think about something else, he *needs* someone else's problems.]

You look like you need someone to talk too.

Mmm. No, s'okay. Really. There's the professah 'ere I can talk to, an'... well, there's the professah.

[On second thought, Monocle's Clive is probably further down the list of 'people Luke would tell about this' than Descole is.]

I wanna talk, but... I'd rather just talk about something else.

I'm not going to judge you. And the worst thing that you can do to yourself is bottle your emotions and problems.

[He would know.]

But if you want to talk about something else, by all means, go for it. Start a conversation, hmm?

[He gives a genuine smile.]

...well. Like I said. The election, right? 'ow come you've joined in with it too?

Well, there's a certain person I don't want to win, and what better to change that but try to run myself. I could just make a smear campaign but that's not fair, is it?

[He snickers.]

I just have a lot on my mind, that's come to my attention since I've been thrust upon the Dressing Room.

Oh? 'ow come?

I mean... I guess I could understand if it were both of 'em, since they're the professah and you're... you, but if it's only one of 'em then I dunno. What's one of 'em done wrong that the other 'asn't?

One of them, isn't a person I'd like to be affiliated with, let's just say that. Layton is Layton, but this is...different.

Who are you going to vote for, you think?

Well... I don't really know the girl professah and I've been... stayin' with the other, so... 'im, really.

[Descole's smile fades.]

And you trust him? I don't trust him.

[He shakes his head.]

But I'm not here to persuade you. I'd rather you didn't but, I'm not to judge. Seriously, tell me what's on your mind.

[Luke's mouth twitches a little.]

...I kinda thought it might be 'im. The one you didn't trust, that is. I mean... 'is Clive 'as... said stuff, you know?

[Luke runs a hand through his hair, turning back to his knitting for a moment and chewing his lip before he speaks up.]

...the professah. My professah, back in my world... I was finally gonna... say something, about me and 'im, when those doors were around and I got to go 'ome. And then this place dragged me back just before I could.

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[Descole looks up interested.]

How do you mean? Say something, like what?

[He flushes dark red and looks away.]

About... well... me an' the professah 'ere 'ave been... together, and... ehh. I just wanted...

[He trails off there, focussing intently on his knitting again.]

[His eyes shift up to him behind his mask.]

Wanted...it to continue that way?

[He hoped his guess was in line, but if it wasn't he could blame it on being a criminal mastermind, he supposed. He looked down and continued to help him knit.]

...yeah. ...or, well... start, more like, since they're different professahs and all.

...with the monocle one?

[If Descole ever felt worried for someone that would be now, with Luke.]

Well, that's the one I'm... with now. It's the one back 'ome that I was gonna talk to.

Well, just be careful. I would ne on your guard with him, but I'm not telling you what to do.

[He smiles up at him.] Though I suppose it's been a good relationship so far?

Y...yeah.

[It's been... interesting, to say the least. Particularly with Monocle's Clive around.]

Well I wish the best for you two I suppose...

...is he...faithful to you? I mean...I realize that's personal, but like I said, I'm not out to get you...not in here at least.

Well... there's other people, but... 'e doesn't seem to mind if that's the same for me. So it en't so bad, you know?