[ luke didn't have many Stand and Deliver moments in his academic career. mostly he made good grades and kept his head down, wasn't a problem student and never really needed a talking to. ian could've been the real world Edward James Olmos teacher with how well he gets it. they've often operated more as 'bros' than mentor/student, but the second is the soft, gooey core of their relationship. hearing you're better than this from ian demands a pause, hits at luke's core.
turning eyes back to cole's shivering figure in the chair, luke forces himself to really look. take in the damage, and know that it was his choice to put it on this human being. furious as he may be, desperate to maintain order and ensure no one else thinks they can pull this in their camp, that's still a person in that chair. ]
Fuck.
[ he bites out in a hiss, torn between strategy and humanity. say he makes this call, let's cole walk back into camp, and it happens again? say it's something they need in an emergency and realize too late some asshole used it for a buzz or sold it? but the longer he stares at cole, the more certain luke is that he'll be seeing this image over and over in his nightmares. the line's already crossed. ]
You sound more sure of that than I am.
[ but if any adult currently left alive could claim to know who luke is, or was, before all of this, ian would be it. swallowing thickly, now he can't take his eyes off the prisoner, like burning it into his retinas, branding a lesson learned and what the line we don't cross looks like. ]
Fine. But he leaves camp tonight. Maybe I'm not a torturer, but I'm sure as shit not Mother Teresa.
[ forgiveness has never been a virtue in luke's book, and he can hold a bitch of a grudge when the motivation strikes. this choice won't make him any more popular with the team cole faction of camp, but that'll be dealt with another time. sooner than luke thinks, but such is apocalyptic life. ]
( The relief that floods through him is like dousing a flame, dropping it in a lake. Cool and sudden and all-encompassing. It doesn't manifest much on his face, all his expressions are generally tempered by chill, but Luke is bound to know him well enough to see it clearly.
It's now that he finally breaks the touch barrier, reaching out to first squeeze Luke's shoulder firmly and then gently clasp the side of his neck almost immediately after. It comes with the lightest jostle, not playful, just telegraphed care.
He won't argue about kicking Cole out of camp, though he imagines a few people on the other side of the door might. It's okay. They caught this early enough that it might not be too heavy a scar on their credibility. Judging by Cole's state of mind, he's high as balls right now anyway -- that probably balances things out in terms of who the majority of the group sides with. Ian's well aware of popular opinion mattering more than Luke realizes. He navigates that aspect with relative ease; this will be more challenging, but he'll manage. )
Hey.
( He says gently, trying to nudge his way through the dark cloud swiftly settling in. )
I'm proud of you.
( And he means it. But he won't subject either of them to this whole thing anymore, and he seems to withdraw into something a little more businesslike when his hand finally drops away.
Luke takes care of them in one way. Ian takes care of them in another. It's a testament to how much he has bent to fit the new world that his plan turns sharp and undeniably a little unethical. )
Come on, let's clean him up before we let his friends take care of him. We can say he was nodding off, you shocked him conscious again. It's not like he's gonna feel it for long anyway, he's like a walking pharmacy right now. The high should mask the concussion. I just need you to scale back a little and pretend like you've got, like, two percent concern for him when they come in, alright?
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turning eyes back to cole's shivering figure in the chair, luke forces himself to really look. take in the damage, and know that it was his choice to put it on this human being. furious as he may be, desperate to maintain order and ensure no one else thinks they can pull this in their camp, that's still a person in that chair. ]
Fuck.
[ he bites out in a hiss, torn between strategy and humanity. say he makes this call, let's cole walk back into camp, and it happens again? say it's something they need in an emergency and realize too late some asshole used it for a buzz or sold it? but the longer he stares at cole, the more certain luke is that he'll be seeing this image over and over in his nightmares. the line's already crossed. ]
You sound more sure of that than I am.
[ but if any adult currently left alive could claim to know who luke is, or was, before all of this, ian would be it. swallowing thickly, now he can't take his eyes off the prisoner, like burning it into his retinas, branding a lesson learned and what the line we don't cross looks like. ]
Fine. But he leaves camp tonight. Maybe I'm not a torturer, but I'm sure as shit not Mother Teresa.
[ forgiveness has never been a virtue in luke's book, and he can hold a bitch of a grudge when the motivation strikes. this choice won't make him any more popular with the team cole faction of camp, but that'll be dealt with another time. sooner than luke thinks, but such is apocalyptic life. ]
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It's now that he finally breaks the touch barrier, reaching out to first squeeze Luke's shoulder firmly and then gently clasp the side of his neck almost immediately after. It comes with the lightest jostle, not playful, just telegraphed care.
He won't argue about kicking Cole out of camp, though he imagines a few people on the other side of the door might. It's okay. They caught this early enough that it might not be too heavy a scar on their credibility. Judging by Cole's state of mind, he's high as balls right now anyway -- that probably balances things out in terms of who the majority of the group sides with. Ian's well aware of popular opinion mattering more than Luke realizes. He navigates that aspect with relative ease; this will be more challenging, but he'll manage. )
Hey.
( He says gently, trying to nudge his way through the dark cloud swiftly settling in. )
I'm proud of you.
( And he means it. But he won't subject either of them to this whole thing anymore, and he seems to withdraw into something a little more businesslike when his hand finally drops away.
Luke takes care of them in one way. Ian takes care of them in another. It's a testament to how much he has bent to fit the new world that his plan turns sharp and undeniably a little unethical. )
Come on, let's clean him up before we let his friends take care of him. We can say he was nodding off, you shocked him conscious again. It's not like he's gonna feel it for long anyway, he's like a walking pharmacy right now. The high should mask the concussion. I just need you to scale back a little and pretend like you've got, like, two percent concern for him when they come in, alright?