"It's alright.. We don't have to speak.. Please, just let me see." The soft and soothing tone in his voice did little to quell the bitter emotions within you. His hands were outstretched towards you in a slight placating manner. Keeping his hands where you could see them and refraining from making any sudden movements that might aggravate you more.

The sound of his feet against the ground were quiet and composed, taking even steps towards you. Luka couldn't notice the faint tremors in his own hands. All of his attention is focused on you and making sure that you are alright. He could feel the tensity in his body ever so slightly due to the stressful situation. Ever so, he refused to give up on you.

Carefully, he took the broken piece of mirror from your bloodied hands. Setting aside the jagged shard onto the nearby coffee table. His gaze briefly flicked down to the injuries you sustained from clutching onto it so hard. Luka swallowed thickly as he kept a gentle grasp on your hand. "Oh, my sweet..." He mumbles quietly, a hint of disappointment in his voice. It wasn't directed at you, but rather himself. He should have known better and taken the proper repercussions.

Oh, I think you're standing on my left foot.. It's hurting, but that's okay. ‘Cause I'm in your way.. You'll break that foot that you're standing on.. I'll walk with the other one..

The soft yellow yarn of his sweater was dyed a sickly red as he held it against your palm. Helping the blood clot as much as he could with what he had. You didn't seem like you were going to take care of yourself in the state he found you in anyways. Luka could feel it seeping through and smearing against his fair flesh. While he normally would have been uncomfortable, he's gotten uncomfortably used to getting your blood on him.

Do what you want to, do what you want to. Be what you want to, be what you want to. Go on and step on me.. You're free to have everything you can see. All that you want from me.