[... Maybe it'd be better if he was closer. Sure, he can't get on the bed or anything; her body was so broken that Luke was almost afraid of touching her, despite wanting to. What if he hurt her? She's already in pain just trying to face him...
So, he stands and takes a couple of steps up, towards the pillows, and leans over so that she won't have to turn her head so much. He's still holding the pillow - in fact, his grip on it was only tightening as she became more coherent, and the blanket remains around his shoulders, as if he were wearing a robe.
But one hand is still free, and he uses that to graze his fingers against her cheek. He even chances a smile. It holds no pride.]
[Action; Evening of July 14th]
So, he stands and takes a couple of steps up, towards the pillows, and leans over so that she won't have to turn her head so much. He's still holding the pillow - in fact, his grip on it was only tightening as she became more coherent, and the blanket remains around his shoulders, as if he were wearing a robe.
But one hand is still free, and he uses that to graze his fingers against her cheek. He even chances a smile. It holds no pride.]
Hey.