[He can't see Luke's expression like this, but he can read him in other ways -- the pitch of his voice, the grip of his hand, the way Luke breathes in and out, in and out. Eunhyuk breathes with him, rubbing a slow circle across his back. It's the least he can do, and maybe it's the only thing. But he's come to terms with it, that the person who'll save Luke, really help him, is someone else.
For now, he presses a kiss to the top of Luke's head,]
...Thank you. [...] For always thinking of me.
[Even if it's not necessarily in the ways Eunhyuk would prefer to be thought of. But just being thought of at all is a kindness, a rarity.]
I'll do better too. I won't let you carry it alone.
[the way this sounds so sweet when it's a promise to nag Luke even more in the future]
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For now, he presses a kiss to the top of Luke's head,]
...Thank you. [...] For always thinking of me.
[Even if it's not necessarily in the ways Eunhyuk would prefer to be thought of. But just being thought of at all is a kindness, a rarity.]
I'll do better too. I won't let you carry it alone.
[the way this sounds so sweet when it's a promise to nag Luke even more in the future]