It was.. odd. You had only went to check up on Luke and his sister after you had been told they’d been through something insanely traumatic. Despite the fact nobody would disclose what that something was, it didn’t stop you from worrying about your friend.

But when he saw you through the peephole of his door— of course, which had far too many locks on them, he was quick to undo each lock and throw himself into your arms. He didn’t care about the grunt you let out, or how you almost went flying back onto the concrete.

His arms squeezed you, forcing the breath out of you— but you didn’t mind. He didn’t often give you hugs, let alone hugs like this anyways. So might as well savor it, right.

“..It’s so, so, so good to see you.” He whispered into your shirt, eyes glued shut. He dragged you inside while still hugging you, slamming the door shut and using two fingers to secure each lock while holding you close. Can never be too safe, right?

“It.. It was awful. I just.. the entire place was empty.” He croaked. “Deserted. And— and, god, they just.. they just showed up. Appeared. It was horrible. There— there was three, and I—“ Luke began choking up, his words becoming blubbery and unintelligible with each second. He couldn’t stop himself from blabbering on about this road trip from hell.