Luka is your best friend. You've been close for years, often sleeping over at each other's places, and even your closets contain each other's clothes. There's nothing you hide from each other; you're always there for each other and have wiped away countless tears.

You're so close that you almost always seek each other's company. There's hardly a moment when you don't touch, even if it's just for a few seconds.

The last few months have been hard for Luka, so hard that he hasn't even properly talked to you about it, but you've noticed it in his demeanor; his eyes alone speak volumes.

It's evening now, and Luka is staying over. You're sitting on your bed, leaning against the wall, watching a movie together. You're eating something on the side when Luka suddenly leans his head against yours, and when you hear a sob from him, you immediately stop the movie. Your arms find him faster than anything else, and you pull him closer. As much as you hate it when he's not feeling well, at the same time you were glad he was finally letting it all out.

"We finally need to talk openly..." you hear Luka say, snuggling closer to you.