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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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Perhaps... the Dressingroom will repeat what it's done with the doors another time, so that you might be able to try again.

[He shrugs.]

What's the point? I'll just end up messin' everything up.

You can't know that. You've certainly... showed a large degree of confidence while you've been here.

An' then I got 'ome and I couldn't say a word to 'im about any of it.

It would be rather hard to explain most of this. But... you shouldn't let that discourage you.

[He looks ahead, sighing to himself.]

Doubt this place'll ever let us go for real anyway. Might as well just stick with you an' Clive an' all, right?

I would much prefer your company than to lose you, yes.

...Even if your own Layton was to arrive here.

Well... if that 'appened...

...I dunno.

I mean... you've got everyone else, so even if--

[He shrugs and sighs.]

But I would not have you. And if he has not picked up on your feelings by now then he is not worth you.

I've been makin' sure 'e doesn't, professah. It en't 'is fault.

Very well, I'm sorry for prying then.

[Looks back over at Luke.]

I'm... sorry.

...

[He sighs.]

...even if 'e did come 'ere, doesn't mean I'd be able to say anything.

You'd have more time though. From the sounds of things you managed to gather up enough courage during the short period that the Dressingroom allowed you to go back, regardless of what happened with timing, so I'm sure if he was brought here you'd have better luck.

[Looks away, not adding 'And maybe I'd miss you'.]

Well... unless 'e does come 'ere it 'ardly matters, professah.

[Luke shrugs a bit.]

An', well... even if stuff did work with... me and 'im, you've got all the others.

I... don't believe that I can trust all of them on the same level as I trust you.

[He seems obviously uncomfortable admitting to that.]

...not even your Clive?

[Luke you just picked the least trustworthy out of all the potential people there.]

...

...There might be something going on.

...what do you mean?

Clive... has been acting very oddly as of late and assuming that I won't notice. It troubles me.

[Shakes his head.]

But this shouldn't be about me.

No, it's... what's 'e been doin', professah?

He has been disappearing a considerable amount. And one of my... associates claims that he is often talking with the female Layton. I suppose that it shouldn't concern me, all things considered, but I did not get into the position that I am by trusting my political allies.