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I'm not far behind Diego when I reach the top of the stairs. Guess I'll see what he's up to...
I'm definitely going to need something strong if the rest of the day will continue how it just went down there... and I have no doubt that it will.
Diego looks over his shoulder motioning his head to the right before stopping at Reginald's room, leaning against the doorway. I hear footsteps inside and swing around him to find Luther moving the curtain slightly to look out the window.
I lighten up a bit, having not seen him since Reginald sent him to the moon about four years ago, though it's felt much longer.
When everyone else left the house Luther stayed. Not solely for me, but it was nice all the same. He kept the mood fun-hearted and me not as bored out of my mind. He kept me from going completely insane...
When you're stuck in your fifteen year old body there isn't really much to do or anywhere you can go, legally. Where else would I really go anyway? Life's always been here. In this house. It's all I know. I think it's all I'll ever know. And that's okay. I can't imagine a life anywhere else... unfortunately.
And when you can't really go anywhere or do anything you have to get... creative.
"I can save you some time." Diego speaks up. "They're all locked." Ah, so he's already been up here.
"Of course you have." I mumble.
"No forced entry, no sign of struggle. Nothing out of the ordinary." He continues, stepping further into the room.
I sigh, not understanding what possibly could have happened then? Reginald Hargreeves doesn't just die... I honestly thought the man was immortal if I'm being honest.
Diego gapes as he ducks his head down a bit to get a look at Luther. "Oh, you got big, Luther." I shake my head. I should've warned Diego not to say anything about Luther's... new size.
"Jealous, are we, Diego?" I muse, pushing myself off the doorway and enter the room as well.
"What, no." Diego says quickly. "What's the secret, huh? Protein shakes? Low carbs?" He continues to pick, my diversion fusing out quickly.
"What do you want?" Luther asks, uninterested in Diego's games. "Hi, Asher." He turns to me with a small smile, holding his hand up.
"Luther." I dip my head in acknowledgement. "Long time no see?" Can't believe I think I actually missed the dufus.
Diego pulls a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket, interrupting our reunion. "The autopsy report." He holds it out to Luther. What?! My eyes widen. Luther reaches out for it and Diego grins, pulling it back. "Ah."
