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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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Yeah it is a strange idea, isn't it?

[He pauses looking down and stops knitting, as if he's contemplating. He sighs a bit before taking his jacket off, revealing a slightly over-sized shirt and an even skinnier frame. Oh well, who's he hiding for? He's never going back home.]

Really strange.

[He glances over for a moment, then shrugs and turns back to his knitting.]

What was it like, meetin' a girl you?

It was just weird how similar we were. Down to the bottom back to the top. We have the same tastes in almost everything, except food, but we have the same thought patterns and even the mental disorders.

[He coughs a little and shrugs.]

It's like meeting another you of a different gender. But I suppose I am an androgynous person as it is though so...

[Luke snorts a little.]

Yeah, you're 'ardly particularly manly, are you?

I guess you'd maybe be right about a girl me... liking girls, then.

[He snorts back sarcastically.]

I could say the same for you.

But yeah, she probably would. Maybe. How interesting...I could write a paper on this. [He laughs.]

Oi! I'm totally manly!

[He says while knitting.]

Well I guess in... 'er world, the professah'd be a girl too, so it en't that surprising...

Oi, so manly.

[He mocks his accent and shakes his head with a smile.]

I suppose I can't say much...I suppose no one really found my look intimidating, did they?

Well... I guess you were kinda intimidatin'? The first time, at least. You know, when I was ten.

[He grins, glancing over.]

[Descole, with a smile throws one of his knitting needles at him.]

[With a laugh.] You brat!!

[After a moment, he pauses and looks down.] You know...I haven't been feeling very evil lately...it's kind of...almost depressing for me...

Well... s'better if you en't evil, right? I mean... you seem pretty nice now. Better than you tryin' to destroy stuff an' all, right?

I suppose but I feel...I dunno...incomplete...not like I should be around you, or anyone here.

It's almost...scary, for lack of any better words.

...sorry, I don't been to vent at you. Hey can I have that back? [He points a the stick.]

Ehh? Oh, yeah.

[He passes the needle back.]

Well... I guess I can sorta understand, at least a little...

I dunno...I feel weak.

Sorry, sorry, I mean it this time, I'll stop venting. I mean it this time.

S'okay, honest. It en't a problem.

[He leans his head back a bit.]

Well... if it 'elps, up until this place I'd never actually admitted about... guys.

Yeah? This place does that to you, doesn't it?

[He pauses.]

Why didn't you admit it? Where you too worried about disappointing people?

Yeah. I just... I was worried what my parents'd think, and the professah... especially 'im, since I liked 'im.

That makes sense. That's hard...takes quite the emotional toll. I suppose you're a strong person, though, eh?

So you've never told, *your* professor, then?

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Ehh, I dunno about strong. The professah 'ere, the one with the monocle, 'e worked it out before I even really said it, and the one back 'ome... I never told 'im, no.

He didn't work it out. He just hoped that you were when he made the accusation, so he could sleep with you...

...again, sorry for speaking ill of the man you...are with.

No... 'e did work it out. I sorta... tried to tell 'im, and 'e got it before I'd finished.

S'okay. I know 'e en't... I dunno.

[He sighs, running a hand through his hair.]

'is Clive keeps tellin' me stuff about 'im, an' all. I just... dunno what to think any more, really.

A lot of people don't like him. He...I dunno, he used me at one point. I don't want to turn you against him though. At least you have your professor.

If he...I dunno, does anything....[he looks down and sighs and shakes his head.] Don't be afraid to...come to me. [he narrows his eyes a little embarrassed for caring.] Does that make sense?

Yeah, it does make sense. And... thanks. I don't think 'e would... do anythin', to me, but... well, I dunno. With what I've been told about 'im, maybe 'e would.

And you're still trusting him? Well, if that's not loyalty, I don't know what is, good on ya.

So if you don't mind me asking, have you never been with another man, or liked another man other than Hershel? I'm just curious because that's a long time to crush over someone.

Well... it's the professah. I don't think I could stop trustin' 'im unless 'e actually did something to me, you know?

[Luke drops one of his needles, raising his hand to chew at the nails.]

I en't ever been with a man other than 'im, no. I... I've been with girls, but...

I get that.

[He takes his needle and smacks Luke's hand lightly.]

That's a bad habit. You're going to end up like me. Bad habits everywhere.