They sat in silence for a while. Just the two of them. The only sounds passing being their breathing, which at some point synced. Maybe half an hour pasted of just them and Five stood, not saying a word and leaving. He doesn't even look at Luther. Just leaves.
Luther just sighs and lays backwards on his bed, head at the end and feet almost against the headboard. If he was any taller he'd have to lay sideways. He crosses his ankles and props his head up with an elbow, going over what Five had told him. The apocalypse. It was hard to believe. He said they had plenty of time but he still worried. He had seen enough movies to know that every second counted.
It was around seven when Luther finally decided to go downstairs for dinner. Normally it'd be around five-thirty but that was only the formal dinner's with Reginald. Ever since everyone left there hadn't been any formal dinners. There was maybe one that Luther could recall recently but it was just him, Vanya, and their father. It was silent and awkward. Not that they ever had anything to talk about in the past. So Luther didn't have much of a problem with doing away with them.
He's still not really hungry but he knows he should eat and he also knows that Grace will have his head if he doesn't.
Again, he knows he shouldn't be surprised by Five's presence but he is. He seems very bored as he picks through his spaghetti. There's a second plate across from him and it's obvious that Grace was expecting both of them. At the sight of the food that's patiently waiting on him, Luther feels like he hasn't eaten in days. It looks far more appetizing than the toast this morning.
"Hey." Luther says, sitting down at the seat ready for him. "Hey." Five echoes.
As Luther digs into his meal, he can't help but notice that Five looks like he hasn't eaten anything, just torn apart the perfect pile that Mom had made.
"I would have thought you'd be more hungry after five years in an apocalypse." Luther tries, mouthful and doing his best not to sound insensitive. Five only nods and responds with, "Yeah me too." And they were back to the awkward air.
No one got sleep that night. At least not Luther. He tried to sleep, had about buried himself in his blankets and tossed and turned. But he felt far more awake than he had the previous afternoon. There was just far too much on his mind.
His only cure to his restlessness was to get up and walk around the house. So he wraps himself up in his navy blue robe and slides on house shoes, the house being usually much colder at night than during the day.
The halls were dark and it was slightly unnerving. Even if he was used to the house and all its twists and turns and little hiding spots he still had a fear of the dark and things he couldn't see. The fear was far worse when he was younger and he had learned to deal with it over time but it still freaked him out.
He makes his way to the living room. On his way, passing Five's room and noticing that he was awake as well. The light from his room coming from under the door. The moving shadow and murmurs further confirming. He wants to go in but he doesn't want to disturb Five. Sometimes being alone was helpful.
He only stopped for a minute in the hall and then went to the living room. The large windows let in moonlight which cast a comfortable yet eerie blue glow in the room. He plops himself down on the couch he had sat on earlier when he came inside. But now he lounged instead of sat. His mind ran a million miles all at once still going over the day's events. From the moments he was alone to the return of his brother and the news of the apocalypse he just couldn't wrap his head around.
It felt late. Which would explain all his deep thoughts. He was never like this during the day. A glance at a clock on a bookshelf nearby told him it was nearly midnight.
He nearly jumps straight off the couch when he hears the knock at the door.
Normally Pogo would be the one to answer it, so Luther relaxed again and waited. Nothing. Another knock. So Luther got up and went to the door. He pulls the handle, not sure what who he's going to see but it's definitely not his sister. His eyes grow wide when he's met with Vanya, standing small and timid on the step.
"Sorry," She says when she sees him, "I hope it's not too late. I was busy. I, uh, I meant to call before I came but I wasn't sure if anyone would answer." She steps back a little, looking as if she was afraid of what he would do. But Luther had never harmed her before and wasn't sure why she might think that if she did.
He steps aside, opening the door wider for her to enter. "No it's fine." He assures her, watching her as she walked in, as if she hadn't lived there for the past eighteen years. "He's still awake anyways. And I know he'll want to see you."
"Thank you."
"Vanya you know you used to live here, it's okay, you can relax." She's so stiff and he can hardly stand it. She only barely loosens up as they ascend the stairs.
It's quiet during their climb to the top.
"So uh, what was it you said you're doing? Career wise?" He needed to strike a conversation during their journey down the hall. They had spent months in awkward silence and he was so over it.
"Just violin lessons right now. But I have my eye on this spot in an orchestra." When she answers she sounds more comfortable. Maybe it was because he was actually making an effort to talk to her so she was matching it.
Luther doesn't have time to respond, to tell her how impressed he was with what she was already doing with her life. They've already reached Five's door. So instead, he nods and knocks on Five's door.
"Five?" He says, pressing his ear against the wood, listening for movement. Something falls followed by what sounds like a muffled "shit".
"Five?" Luther repeats, "It's Vanya, she's here." And it's as if he was gifted with super speed instead of teleporting. He opens the door as soon as he's finished saying Vanya's name. Luther watches, to see the reaction of both his siblings. Vanya goes from nervous to wide shocked eyes. He's pretty sure it's just from seeing how much older Five has gotten and how tall he is now. And then just as quick as Five had opened the door he hugs Vanya, similar to how he had hugged Luther earlier in the day.
Luther takes it as his cue to leave. To give them some time alone. He was beginning to feel tired anyways.
