Nora hated being alone. She was rarely ever alone, her entire life, and being separated from him always brought an ache to her chest and a cold feeling in the pit of her stomach. Nora knew well enough it was probably safer for them to stay together, even throughout missions, but she knew what her going in on missions did to luke, because it did the same to her ( though she was positive it made him worse than it normally did her, even if she wouldn’t admit it ). By the time she made it back to the safe house she guessed it would take longer for him, of course it would, but it seemed to be taking far too long and she felt dread creeping throughout her body. ‘ he’ll be fine ‘ she had to convince herself as the anxiousness crept up at her chest as she focused herself on other work, digging through files tying to other missions, ones still waiting to be accepted and overviewed.
The anxiety of being separated from Nora for too long was starting to settle in, it was like a deep ache in the middle of him that just wouldn't go away until he saw her safe and secure...ever since they escaped that anxiety had been getting worse lately. The assassin was convinced it would be the death of him; he really was. Every inch of him was screaming to kill this bastard and get on with it, but a body would leave a trail...a trail that would lead them right back to her and Luke could not allow that, even if it meant he got captured. The journey home, unfortunately, took twice as long but the moment he got home it made it all worth it as he saw her again "Pack, we're leaving- I was followed on and off on the way here and I don't know how much they saw."
