[It's sharp - maybe a little too sharp - but the rush of Luke's emotion begins to trigger old habits, the servant with his master out on an unlucky winter's day. Guy keeps a hand on his shoulder, squeezing him hard before the pressure is replaced by the fabric of a coat against his bare skin.
The blond doesn't hesitate in maneuvering the teen into the jacket as he talks, his expression firm yet refusing to look Luke in the eye, speech stilted in that familiar parental fashion.]
You're here, aren't you? You're walking and talking, rambling about stupid stuff. Just like you always do.
Right now, you're alive. Don't go talking about an end.
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[It's sharp - maybe a little too sharp - but the rush of Luke's emotion begins to trigger old habits, the servant with his master out on an unlucky winter's day. Guy keeps a hand on his shoulder, squeezing him hard before the pressure is replaced by the fabric of a coat against his bare skin.
The blond doesn't hesitate in maneuvering the teen into the jacket as he talks, his expression firm yet refusing to look Luke in the eye, speech stilted in that familiar parental fashion.]
You're here, aren't you? You're walking and talking, rambling about stupid stuff. Just like you always do.
Right now, you're alive. Don't go talking about an end.