[The towel being thrown at his head startles him out of his thoughts, enough to look up at Asch and at least hear what he's saying. Yeah, he should... probably sit down. Considering how awful he feels, and how - ugh, how his stomach is churning...
Luke pushes the bowl of stew aside with one hand, then uses that arm to rest his head against while the other hand holds the damp cloth against his burning forehead. He needs to get a hold of himself... This is the first time he's had food in a while, and he can't lose it over this. Even though this is something awful and he almost wants to throw up at the thought of it.
... And he really can't help worrying about others before himself. He's done that ever since Akzeriuth, and he can't see himself stopping just because there's something direly wrong with him.]
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Luke pushes the bowl of stew aside with one hand, then uses that arm to rest his head against while the other hand holds the damp cloth against his burning forehead. He needs to get a hold of himself... This is the first time he's had food in a while, and he can't lose it over this. Even though this is something awful and he almost wants to throw up at the thought of it.
... And he really can't help worrying about others before himself. He's done that ever since Akzeriuth, and he can't see himself stopping just because there's something direly wrong with him.]