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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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[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?

[Descole smiles. Oh he's so been in that situation, but he's not going to go into the psychological toll it took on him.]

Well as long as you're happy. I'm sorry I kind of took jabs at your boyfriend.

[Lie. Such a lie.]

I, uh. I dunno if I'd call 'im my boyfriend...

Oh well, sorry I took jabs at the person you're sleeping with.

And sorry I'm vulgar...

W-well, it... It's fine. Really, I don't mind it.

Yeah? Alright then.

So...you're alright with me being here, right? If not...

No, s'fine.

[He glances over, then back at his own knitting.]

What are you tryin' to make?

I dunno. Perhaps a scarf? I'm not sure. You?

A jumper. Clive keeps turnin' the 'eating off in the professah's room.

I know. Bradley does the same thing. Perhaps I should knit a jumper as well. Dress jackets are not made to be warm.

[But then again he was always cold thanks to the lack of fat on his bones.]

Well... you could 'ave this one, if you want? I mean, you're probably about the same 'eight as me, it might be a little loose though...

It's alright. That's yours. I don't need to feed off you. I wear my roommates sweaters anyway.

And what do you mean loose on me? Are you calling me skinny?

Well, you're certainly skinnier than I am. Maybe not by that much...

[He shrugs.]

But no, really. You can 'ave it. I mean... it's black, and I don't really suit that, it was just the first wool I grabbed.

I suppose I am. No matter what I do I just can't gain weight.

[Like he tried, yeah right.]

Oh well perhaps I should give you this wool? We can trade, I don't feel like taking advantage of your knitting skills.

[Wow, when you're trapped in a hotel, there really is no room for evil. Did he need it? No, he supposed not. Everyone seemed not to care and he didn't care either. It was kind of nice to be indifferent.]

Yeah, sure, that works.

[He passes the half-finished jumper over to Descole.]

I'm kind of the same... I used to when I was younger but now I stay pretty skinny.