“hey— everything is going to be okay..you’re not alone I’m right here for you..” Luke would’ve whispered to you as you cried into his chest. He would’ve held you protectively and let his hand gently play with the ends of your hair as some odd form of reassurance reminding you he was sticking around. He found you upset crying at a secluded part of the school, and he admittedly took it apart of himself to take care of you. “Do you want to talk about what happened? Or go somewhere else..?..Home?”