He was slowly getting used to the sound of gunshots.
As Luther ran, he visually checked on Allison and Klaus. They were both following him, but only one of them seemed to be with him. His brother's eyes were too distant. His immediate thought was that he was high, but one more look and Luther knew it was something else. He could almost feel Klaus's fear radiating off of him.
Near the barn, they found a few crates to hide behind. As soon as Luther sat down, Allison pressed herself against his chest. He threw a protective arm around her, but his attention remained on Klaus. The way his brother fell onto his knees— It didn't look like a choice.
Their relationship hadn't always been broken. As they grew up, they grew apart. They stopped talking and started arguing. Klaus would constantly whine about how shitty their dad was, and Luther would go off on him because… it was their dad. He was supposed to know best, wasn't he? So when he did not-so-great things — like connecting Klaus' addictions to weakness — Luther automatically followed suit.
Only problem was, their dad hadn't known best.
Reaching forward, Luther gently rested his hand over his brother's shoulder. He felt Klaus tense up, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. As carefully as he could, he guided him closer. Once he was next to Allison, Luther wrapped his free arm around Klaus's raised ones. He tried not to think about how shaky Klaus was.
Reginald never cared about Luther, Klaus, or any of his children. He was cold-hearted and abusive, and… he knowingly built every trench that separated Luther from his siblings. His relationships with them — with Klaus — would've been so different if he'd just stopped listening.
Luther couldn't go back and change his actions, but he could build bridges. Starting with seeing Klaus as the person he really was— A resilient, courageous, and much-too-forgiving brother.
With two of his siblings safe in his arms, Luther looked up. He wasn't expecting to see Vanya floating in front of the barn. He already apologized to her, but maybe his second bridge could be getting to know her and her powers. Their dad lost his chance to connect with her, but Luther still had his.
Klaus shifted. Realizing he was covering his sibling's vision, Luther moved his arm down. As Vanya started to glow, the world started buzzing. It made his ears ache, but Klaus panicked and suddenly the noise didn't matter. His brother fell back against his chest, his trembling hands back over his ears. Luther immediately put his arm around him again.
After a blast ripped through the ground, the gunfire finally stopped. The only sound left was Klaus's erratic breathing. Had it been that way the entire time? Would he be okay? Two hands wrapped around his arm, squeezing once. Twice. When Luther looked down, he realized Klaus was already watching him… Almost like he was making sure Luther was actually there. What had been going through his head?
A small voice — Allison — whispered "It's over." A moment later, Klaus slowly let go. Once Luther moved his arms away from his siblings, all three of them returned to their feet.
A sea of slain bounty hunters surrounded them, but just for a second, Luther glanced back at Klaus. He still looked shaken up, but Luther could tell he was there and ready to help.
Just like always.
When they got home, Luther would have to talk to him. Maybe… Maybe Klaus would tell him exactly what happened, and something would change. Maybe they could start to be real brothers again— Ones that enjoyed being together and helped each other get better.
Yeah, Luther could see it. He let a proud smile wash over him before he focused in on the two women left standing.