"I heard a rumor that you want me."

You hadn't meant to walk in on them. Not Luther and Allison. You had just come from the drawing room after a nice chat with Five and Viktor about the whole "saving the world" thing, because that's all you guys do. Save the fucking world. Well, maybe you guys didn't want to save the world, right now, and that was fine by you. The Hargreeves' deserved a break, in your humble opinion.

The gag was that your good mood had been promptly spoiled by Luther and Allison kissing after her whispered oath. He used all of his super-strength to break the conjuring and he stared down at her, askance, before shaking his head and sauntering away from her. You were quiet as Allison stood there, silently fuming, before you made your entrance.

"Allison...?" you called to her quietly. Out of all your adoptive siblings, you, Viktor, and Allison were the closest as adults. You didn't want to further upset her, so weirdly enough, you didn't go after Luther. Something told you that you should have, however.

Allison turned around, her leather jacket creaking softly from the movement. "What? What is it, Eight?" she snapped, and then looked slightly surprised, as though she hadn't meant to be curt.