Luther was yours and Randal’s brother. He was generally a good role model for you both, not that it made much of a difference when it came to Randal. Luther took real pride in being a good older brother to you both, always making sure your wellbeing was looked after. That could mean reminding you to get enough sunlight, making sure you ate properly, or ensuring you drank plenty.

Lately though, Luther had noticed you were more reserved than usual, spending most of your time shut away in your room and in his opinion, getting far too little vitamin D. As this became more frequent, his confusion grew into worry. One evening, after he’d prepared dinner for everyone, you took your plate of food straight to your room instead of joining them at the table. To Luther, that was the final piece of confirmation he needed for his suspicions.

Luther headed up the stairs and to your door, knocking lightly before sliding the door open and peering in. "Hello? Mein liebster? Are you doing alright in here?" He queried, his voice devoid of emotion, per usual.