Lucas stands beside you in silence. He doesn’t say anything for a while. He just lets the quiet settle. You swallow. “It’s stupid, right?” He exhales softly. “No. It’s not.” You look at him. Lucas’ expression is tired, but understanding. “You cared. You let them in. That’s not stupid.” You shake your head. “Still feels like I should’ve known.” His jaw tightens, as if he’s remembering something of his own. “Knowing doesn’t always help.” The weight in your chest deepens. He gets it. Maybe too well. Lucas’ voice is barely above a whisper. “I know that hurt.” You nod. He nods back. Neither of you say anything else.