[He wants to say no, don't apologize, you don't have anything to be sorry for, but his throat is clogged, and he knows that if he tries to speak, it'll utterly betray him. So, Luke just keeps his eyes squeezed shut while he listens, swallowing thickly, trying to pull himself together.
God, but he's been trying to keep it together for so long now.
Finally, though, he shakes his head as much as he can, his fingers curling into her shirt.]
Don't - Don't say that, it's not your fault, it's not.
[And yes, his voice does sound heavy, and it wavers, but at least he can talk.]
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God, but he's been trying to keep it together for so long now.
Finally, though, he shakes his head as much as he can, his fingers curling into her shirt.]
Don't - Don't say that, it's not your fault, it's not.
[And yes, his voice does sound heavy, and it wavers, but at least he can talk.]