[ She only brushes her fingers through his hair again and again, a soothing, repetitive motion, and presses her lips to his forehead once more. This time she lingers, warm and gentle, before pulling back to speak. ]

It's okay. I don't mind.

[ The hand in his hair slips down, instead cupping his jaw, and she runs her thumb along his cheekbone. She doesn't make him look up at her, though she's hoping he will. ]

You don't ... you don't have to tell me what's going on, Luke. Not if you're not ready. I just ... I want you to know that no matter what it is, no matter how bad or awful it might be, I'm not going anywhere. I love you.