[Luke, however, does sit. In the closest chair at that, as if he just needed to get off his feet right that instant. He leans forward and brushes his hand through his hair, lips pressed together and brow creased, shoulders tense. Everything about his posture indicates that something's wrong.
But Luke doesn't know how to say it just yet. He doesn't want to say how he was tied up in his own home, how his wings still ached from being slammed against the wall not once but twice, how... the very man who gave and ruined his life was here right now.]
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But Luke doesn't know how to say it just yet. He doesn't want to say how he was tied up in his own home, how his wings still ached from being slammed against the wall not once but twice, how... the very man who gave and ruined his life was here right now.]