[When Luke appears, he's been accosted by the clothing fairy, wearing some approximation of a big white coat and a pair of shoes. It's a good thing, too. He's somewhat dirty, having basically been rolling around in mud and snow for those first few minutes of his new life.]
I'm back, [he calls out as some kind of hello. He can barely believe it himself. He drops the jacket on a nearby chair so he's topless again; his wings are poofy and impatient at being pinned, and they tickle his arms a little. He rubs his hands along his arms to warm them, and that's when he sees Ion sitting there like he belonged.
He hesitates. Now it's really sinking in. All of his long-since-swallowed grief and guilt wells up at once, clamoring up his throat and making it impossible to speak-- only stare.]
lights! camera! [action]!
I'm back, [he calls out as some kind of hello. He can barely believe it himself. He drops the jacket on a nearby chair so he's topless again; his wings are poofy and impatient at being pinned, and they tickle his arms a little. He rubs his hands along his arms to warm them, and that's when he sees Ion sitting there like he belonged.
He hesitates. Now it's really sinking in. All of his long-since-swallowed grief and guilt wells up at once, clamoring up his throat and making it impossible to speak-- only stare.]