Layton was alone. His treasured student, Luke, had gone overseas. His girlfriend was dead... again. Don Paolo was off committing crimes or some such folly again in another country, where Layton couldn't catch him. He supposed he had Flora but... did she really count? She wasn't half as good as LUKE and she was...well, Flora. She was just some nice little girl who he'd decided to adopt out of the kindness of his heart.
Though he hadn't been very kind, as of late.
Flora had abandonment issues. She despised being alone, after her complicated and tragic upbringing. And he had been leaving her home alone quite a lot recently, to wander the streets in a mindless fog. All of his close friends had vanished, and he had a hard time opening up to people - he couldn't change immediately just for her. It would take time, but his heart ached to0 much to do anything but wander, and try to forget the friends he lacked. The friends, the girlfriends, the prodigious students...the enemies.
Layton's self pity was interrupted by a knock on his office door. He debated pretending he wasn't there, but it was a farce easily disproven by asking anybody around who had seen him come in. Oh well, he thought. It was probably the milk boyd. Goodness forbid it was a Mormon, come to preach a god Layton had long known was dead. Or Inspector Chelmey and his small-witted subordinate, who, despite their (or rather, Chelmey's) grumpy countenance, had shown concern for his wellbeing. It was misplaced.
He sighed and sasha-yed to the door. He opened it to reveal...
"Layton," said Don Paolo. His supervillain garb had been swapped for a modest cardigan over a burgundy turtleneck and, Layton suspected, a thong underneath. "I believe we have some talking to do."
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Don Layton (/SRS)
FanfictionAfter the turbulent events of the Unwound Future (or Lost Future if you're British) Hershel and Paul find their relationship developing in earnest... could it be love?
