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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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Ehh... I don't think 'e'd do something like that to you, not really.

Are you... familiar with Clive?

Well... yeah, but... 'e seems to really like you. In 'is own way.

He was once my enemy. Changing him took considerable effort.

...

...I know. 'e told me.

So you know what sort of person I am...?

I... know what 'e said about you.

But... I think 'e does care about you. No matter what you did to 'im.

Then why is he doing all this?

Well... you don't even know for sure what 'e is doin'. I think you should trust 'im.

I have years of experience not doing that.

Well... I know it's late, but that could be your New Years resolution!

[Laughs.]

Thank you, Luke. You certainly know how to brighten a man's spirits.

What? I'm serious, professah!

And I believe you!

...Thank you. I wish that my own Luke could have turned out like you.

...ehhh? What's wrong with your Luke?

I'd rather not say.

[How dare you try to make him tell the plot of my unwritten fanfic, Luke! XD]

...okay.

[He hesitates, then reaches out to hug Monocle.]

[Pulls him close, resting his head against Luke's and sighing lightly.]

[Luke bites his lip, holding him closer.]

I'm... glad I met you, professah.

Me of all people?

[Sounds surprised to hear that.]

Yeah. You're... you're the one I actually could tell, y'know?

Then I'm very thankful to have been there for you in that regard.

[Luke hesitates again, then leans in close to kiss Monocle.]

[Returns the kiss, quite softly.]

[Luke glances back at his knitting for a moment.]

...I should make you somethin'.