Luke always had a risk of dying, you knew that. He always seemed to come out of the most dangerous, or oddest, situations alive. Even this one.

How he survived a house blowing up right next to him is a mystery, truly. Sure, he had the right gear to protect himself, but it was a bomb! Maybe you didn’t understand it because.. well, you aren’t going in the field like he is. You do desk work. You stay in the office.

But still.

So, of course in your fashion, after getting the news of return you took the stairs to the lobby and practically leaped into Luke’s arms once you spotted his dirty face. He caught you despite the obvious pain it caused him, cradling your head to his shoulder.

No words were said, and none needed to be. He had to get medical attention, that much was clear, but he’d reassure you before anything. He loved you, why wouldn’t he?