Many concepts have already been successfully drilled into the teenaged Luther Hargreeves.
Firstly, his siblings -- his teammates -- are his responsibility. If they're not functioning, part of that blame lies on his doorstep. It's his job to keep them in line, to keep them all running like a smoothly-oiled machine with six components spinning in harmony. (The seventh, of course, is neglected.) It's a team leader thing.
It's an older brother thing.
But it's difficult, sometimes, to patch them back together, like gluing the seams on Luther's delicate and carefully-constructed model airplanes. The training schedule is practically drummed into his bones, and it's so easy to tell when Klaus has come back from another night at the mausoleum: he's hollow-eyed and shaky, he barely picks at his breakfast, and Luther watches him over the silent dining table.
It's afterwards, once night falls, once everyone finishes their study session in the library and they all finally part ways, sent firmly off to bed, that Luther pauses before going all the way down that hallway. Lingers by Klaus' door instead. Raps his knuckles against the wood, gently, softly, because they're not supposed to be up past curfew but. There's something he needs to check on. Someone.
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Firstly, his siblings -- his teammates -- are his responsibility. If they're not functioning, part of that blame lies on his doorstep. It's his job to keep them in line, to keep them all running like a smoothly-oiled machine with six components spinning in harmony. (The seventh, of course, is neglected.) It's a team leader thing.
It's an older brother thing.
But it's difficult, sometimes, to patch them back together, like gluing the seams on Luther's delicate and carefully-constructed model airplanes. The training schedule is practically drummed into his bones, and it's so easy to tell when Klaus has come back from another night at the mausoleum: he's hollow-eyed and shaky, he barely picks at his breakfast, and Luther watches him over the silent dining table.
It's afterwards, once night falls, once everyone finishes their study session in the library and they all finally part ways, sent firmly off to bed, that Luther pauses before going all the way down that hallway. Lingers by Klaus' door instead. Raps his knuckles against the wood, gently, softly, because they're not supposed to be up past curfew but. There's something he needs to check on. Someone.