[And he does look at her now - he doesn't really have a choice in the matter. Listens to her say those words, really listens, and lets it play in his mind.
Nothing could make her leave him... What if this hurts her? What if it hurts so much that she can't deal with the pain? What if... God, he knows she loves him, so...
His gaze drops to her stomach as he tries to turn it around in his head - if she were dying from something incurable, what would he do? It hurts to think of, but...
He'd stay with her. Try to let her live without thinking of that imminent death, because life is best lived without that constant fear. He knows that now more than ever. And he thinks... maybe, if she knew, if she found out or if he told her, she might do the same thing. It would hurt horribly, but... she's strong. And if she loves him like he loves her, then maybe... she would do that.
Luke is still afraid to say it. Not just of her reaction, but his own, too. Still, he sits up slowly, too, and just looks into her eyes for a moment. There's fire in hers; one that's determined and burns brightly, but gently, intent on warming rather than burning. It's a contrast to the cool, ocean color of her eyes, and he can't help marveling. What a sap he is, heh... When'd he get to be like this? He can remember the first day they were really really together, how he had a hard time even saying "I love you".
He brings his hands up to push strands of hair behind her ears, and his fingers travel below them, until they rest at the nape of her neck. And then he shuts his own eyes, and finally smiles. It's faint, it's small, but it's the first real smile he's given all day.]
... I know. [He takes a moment, just to breathe and listen to her do the same.] I'm... too scared to say anything right now.
[He only just found out, after all. If she came by later, a day later or even a few hours later, he's sure he would've composed himself enough to come up with a fantastic cover up. The thought makes him feel awful, and even though he feels extremely vulnerable, he's still glad it turned out like this.]
But I'll try telling you when I can. [And hopefully that means she won't find out by him suddenly dying one morning. Erk.]
[action] i apologize for this tl;dr
Nothing could make her leave him... What if this hurts her? What if it hurts so much that she can't deal with the pain? What if... God, he knows she loves him, so...
His gaze drops to her stomach as he tries to turn it around in his head - if she were dying from something incurable, what would he do? It hurts to think of, but...
He'd stay with her. Try to let her live without thinking of that imminent death, because life is best lived without that constant fear. He knows that now more than ever. And he thinks... maybe, if she knew, if she found out or if he told her, she might do the same thing. It would hurt horribly, but... she's strong. And if she loves him like he loves her, then maybe... she would do that.
Luke is still afraid to say it. Not just of her reaction, but his own, too. Still, he sits up slowly, too, and just looks into her eyes for a moment. There's fire in hers; one that's determined and burns brightly, but gently, intent on warming rather than burning. It's a contrast to the cool, ocean color of her eyes, and he can't help marveling. What a sap he is, heh... When'd he get to be like this? He can remember the first day they were really really together, how he had a hard time even saying "I love you".
He brings his hands up to push strands of hair behind her ears, and his fingers travel below them, until they rest at the nape of her neck. And then he shuts his own eyes, and finally smiles. It's faint, it's small, but it's the first real smile he's given all day.]
... I know. [He takes a moment, just to breathe and listen to her do the same.] I'm... too scared to say anything right now.
[He only just found out, after all. If she came by later, a day later or even a few hours later, he's sure he would've composed himself enough to come up with a fantastic cover up. The thought makes him feel awful, and even though he feels extremely vulnerable, he's still glad it turned out like this.]
But I'll try telling you when I can. [And hopefully that means she won't find out by him suddenly dying one morning. Erk.]