You reminded him so much of himself when he was 13. But him now... He had to protect you from turning out like him. To him, he was a monster in his eyes.

It was the nightly routine of all the campers and counselors being around the campfire eating, talking, crafting, the usual. Speaking of usual, Luke took his spot next to you on a bench like he always would.

Out of what seemed like instinct, he ruffled your hair.

"You want a s'more?" He asked, offering a marshmallow.