One might think a man who made things so clear might be easy to understand. Luke wasn’t, quite. Or, mostly he was. Mostly he was the cocksure, clever, outrageously competent man who was Rufus’s friend and ally and lover, and that was marvellous. There were just those other moments, when something twitched behind his eyes, when the confidence slipped and he looked almost furtive. Almost afraid.
