[Luke is trying--and so is Eunhyuk. Luke can tell that much, even in the state he's in. It's so incredibly shameful, needing any support whatsoever--the fact that Eunhyuk isn't ignoring his stubbornness and carrying him to bed, the fact that he so patiently helps Luke get there on his own, it isn't lost on Luke. The care and respect would be touching, if Luke wasn't so caught up in his dark, miserable thoughts; as it stands, it's barely enough for Luke to let Eunhyuk dress him, slowly and awkwardly lifting his arms so that Eunhyuk can bundle him up in the robe.
He sits in silence as Eunhyuk dries his hair; if there's anything notable in Eunhyuk's quiet, he doesn't notice it, too caught up in his own thoughts. He keeps his hands in his lap, but he's stiff with discomfort; whatever pills he took in the bathroom were very clearly emergency stop-gaps, rather than any kind of genuinely effective curative. Technically, Luke does have other things he could take right now, a whole row of little bottles tucked away inside the medicine cabinet--but he doesn't ask Eunhyuk to grab anything for him. And while Luke is definitely an idiot in a lot of ways, he typically doesn't try and tough out attacks, preferring instead to take risks with his various medicines for even the slightest chance at normalcy. A part of him thinks that Eunhyuk would simply say no if he asked for more, that he'd insist on calling Aaron (or worse, Scien) if Luke took more medicine without telling him anything--but the rest of him is simply... tired. Tired, and distracted, and hurting. He doesn't want play with fire, with suspicious injections or Reliver-made pills that he'd never actually described to Eunyhuk in detail. He just wants to lay down and cling to Eunhyuk until he falls back asleep, and he is so, so sick of losing hours, days, because his body won't cooperate.
Eunhyuk has to slow down eventually; once he does, Luke takes a moment to lean against him, drawing support from his presence. Love is the one thing that has always given Luke strength, and he clings to it now. He thinks of how delightfully warm Eunhyuk feels now, even if it's just a normal human body temperature. He thinks of how thin and malnourished Eunhyuk and Eunyoo had both been when they'd first moved to Stellis, and how healthy and solid he feels now. Most of all, he thinks about how much he doesn't want to lose this--how he so desperately wants to keep the promise he'd made back on the ship, when he'd said, "I'll choose to live."
Rosa, he'd once thought, could move on without him. If he never told her any of his truths, if he watched her find happiness with someone else, and let her believe he'd died on the battlefield... she would mourn, but eventually, she'd be alright. She'd never needed him the way he needed her, after all. But Eunhyuk? Eunyoo? Luke's the one who dragged them here, away from everything they'd ever known. He's the one who ensconced them in Stellis, offering them the double-edged sword of safety and codependency. Luke did, of course, make emergency plans for them, and there's nothing stopping them from going elsewhere if they really needed to--but Luke knows that that's so much easier than it sounds. He can't force them to uproot the lives they've just begun to build, all because he was too stubborn to ask for help at a critical juncture.
He can't leave Eunhyuk behind. Not like this.]
...Drawer. [He speaks, finally, once it seems like Eunhyuk might be done fussing. His voice is soft, and he can't quite keep the bitter exhaustion out of his tone, but he tries as hard as he can. He lifts a hand, gesturing very loosely towards the beside table--letting Eunhyuk do something for him, even though Luke thinks he could probably manage it himself. He knows how important it is to feel helpful at times like this.] There's a--box. A small black one.
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He sits in silence as Eunhyuk dries his hair; if there's anything notable in Eunhyuk's quiet, he doesn't notice it, too caught up in his own thoughts. He keeps his hands in his lap, but he's stiff with discomfort; whatever pills he took in the bathroom were very clearly emergency stop-gaps, rather than any kind of genuinely effective curative. Technically, Luke does have other things he could take right now, a whole row of little bottles tucked away inside the medicine cabinet--but he doesn't ask Eunhyuk to grab anything for him. And while Luke is definitely an idiot in a lot of ways, he typically doesn't try and tough out attacks, preferring instead to take risks with his various medicines for even the slightest chance at normalcy. A part of him thinks that Eunhyuk would simply say no if he asked for more, that he'd insist on calling Aaron (or worse, Scien) if Luke took more medicine without telling him anything--but the rest of him is simply... tired. Tired, and distracted, and hurting. He doesn't want play with fire, with suspicious injections or Reliver-made pills that he'd never actually described to Eunyhuk in detail. He just wants to lay down and cling to Eunhyuk until he falls back asleep, and he is so, so sick of losing hours, days, because his body won't cooperate.
Eunhyuk has to slow down eventually; once he does, Luke takes a moment to lean against him, drawing support from his presence. Love is the one thing that has always given Luke strength, and he clings to it now. He thinks of how delightfully warm Eunhyuk feels now, even if it's just a normal human body temperature. He thinks of how thin and malnourished Eunhyuk and Eunyoo had both been when they'd first moved to Stellis, and how healthy and solid he feels now. Most of all, he thinks about how much he doesn't want to lose this--how he so desperately wants to keep the promise he'd made back on the ship, when he'd said, "I'll choose to live."
Rosa, he'd once thought, could move on without him. If he never told her any of his truths, if he watched her find happiness with someone else, and let her believe he'd died on the battlefield... she would mourn, but eventually, she'd be alright. She'd never needed him the way he needed her, after all. But Eunhyuk? Eunyoo? Luke's the one who dragged them here, away from everything they'd ever known. He's the one who ensconced them in Stellis, offering them the double-edged sword of safety and codependency. Luke did, of course, make emergency plans for them, and there's nothing stopping them from going elsewhere if they really needed to--but Luke knows that that's so much easier than it sounds. He can't force them to uproot the lives they've just begun to build, all because he was too stubborn to ask for help at a critical juncture.
He can't leave Eunhyuk behind. Not like this.]
...Drawer. [He speaks, finally, once it seems like Eunhyuk might be done fussing. His voice is soft, and he can't quite keep the bitter exhaustion out of his tone, but he tries as hard as he can. He lifts a hand, gesturing very loosely towards the beside table--letting Eunhyuk do something for him, even though Luke thinks he could probably manage it himself. He knows how important it is to feel helpful at times like this.] There's a--box. A small black one.