[Eunhyuk wants to argue, but the way Luke slumps against him and the muted quality of his voice convinces him not to -- at least for now. He wraps his arms around Luke instead, a loose circle of an embrace instead of a tight hug, mindful of the exhaustion Luke must feel, especially after a day like this one. It's why he doesn't usher Luke up right away, wrap him in something warmer than just a damp towel and his arms. It's why his reply is soft in return, instead of unhappy,]
I want to.
[What he wants to say is that worry is such an intrinsic part of him, his life, how he expresses his stilted affections for the people he loves, and he doesn't know who he is without it. What can he offer Luke and Eunyoo if not this? How else can he convey that he's only ever thinking of them? This habit of his that can be so suffocating and cloying to deal with. He can't fault Luke for trying to avoid the subject,]
no subject
I want to.
[What he wants to say is that worry is such an intrinsic part of him, his life, how he expresses his stilted affections for the people he loves, and he doesn't know who he is without it. What can he offer Luke and Eunyoo if not this? How else can he convey that he's only ever thinking of them? This habit of his that can be so suffocating and cloying to deal with. He can't fault Luke for trying to avoid the subject,]
Because you matter to me.