[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.
[Luke leans on him and Eunhyuk can only think about how ill-equipped he is at comfort, at how he's spent so many years failing to give exactly that for Eunyoo, at how he never knows the right words to say or the right thing to do. If he and Luke's positions were reversed, then he'd have no doubt that Luke would succeed where Eunhyuk fails. That's Luke's strength, not Eunhyuk's, and somehow Luke loves him despite that. Luke still wants him here. He's choosing to trust and rely on him, despite everything. Eunhyuk's more grateful than all his inadequate words can say.
All Eunhyuk can do right now is be present. He likes to think that he's learned not to sacrifice parts of himself for the sake of his loved ones, but that might be because he hasn't had the opportunity to since moving to Stellis -- either way, he'll take that as the small win it is. Instead of adding to Luke's worries, he can at least reassure him that he'll always be here.
He finishes with Luke's hair, tucking a strand of it behind his ear, when Luke speaks up. His gaze goes immediately to the drawer and then back, but he keeps whatever questions he has in favor of moving to retrieve said box -- settling back next to Luke with it in hand.
He holds it out for Luke to take, even if his first instinct is to open it and see -- he doesn't think it's medicine, that if Luke needed anything then Eunhyuk would find it back in the cabinet, but if it's not medicine, then what could it be?]
Just kidding... CAN YOU IMAGINE. But no--he takes it, or more accurately, lets Eunhyuk put it down on his lap before he slowly, carefully, eases it open. Not so much because the items inside are delicate, but because the stiffness and tension within him haven't fully eased up, even though he knows he's safe from sudden pain for at least a little while. It's not the first time he's been in this situation, but he can't help the paranoia. Not when he's already so frustrated about failing to keep this episode hidden from Eunhyuk, which had been the entire goal of slipping away to Arpechele so early in the morning.
The thought makes him hesitate, devotion warring with his innate desire to run, to hide--things he won't be able to do anymore, if he goes through with this. With any luck, it won't be a problem much longer, but after today's failures, Luke is not optimistic. It doesn't matter that he has multiple failsafes in place, that barring a catastrophic anomaly, he has more than one way to guarantee his life won't end as abruptly as it did on the ship. It's willingly showing any weakness, any pain and suffering at all, that he's struggling to accept.
Perhaps it's appropriate that the box on his lap doesn't feel like a gift, or even an apology, when it wasn't meant for Eunhyuk in the first place. But if it can't be those things, then maybe it can be... atonement, for today, and a promise for tomorrow. He wants Eunhyuk to see the truth of him even less than he did when they were strangers--but he can't bear the thought of pushing him away with his lies, even if they both know they're well-intentioned.
He takes an unsteady breath, and finally sets the lid aside. Inside the box is a bracelet, along with a small device--like a tablet, only much more compact. Quietly, he reaches in and snaps the bracelet on his own wrist; it fits perfectly, clearly already adjusted, or perhaps specifically made.
With that done, he reaches back inside, and turns the device on; as it flickers to life, the screen reads syncing. Luke presses it into Eunhyuk's hands before he can change his mind and backtrack out of this.]
...It's a health monitor. It'll let you track my physical condition, even when we're apart. [He pauses, pressing his lips together. Admits--] This one was supposed to be for Aaron. I wanted to give you... a modified one. After... [...] After this was over.
[A show of trust and love--not only in Eunhyuk, but in his own health, after the sickness plaguing him was finally eradicated. But a half-lie, in its own way; he'd only wanted Eunhyuk to have this once there was nothing frightening or depressing to see on that screen.
This, though... even if it's awful and terrifying, it also feels like the right thing to do. Like the only possible thing he can offer in response to Eunhyuk's gentle I want to. If he can't promise truth in words, he can at least offer this--data and science, the very things he's counting on to survive.]
Eunhyuk curls his fingers carefully around the weight in his palm, bringing the tablet up higher. It's such a small thing, but the magnitude of the gesture isn't lost on him, not when he knows how deeply private Luke is, how stubborn he's been with his own suffering. Eunhyuk should be happy, and he is -- because he can tell that this is Luke's way of confiding in him. He doesn't have the head for science that Luke does, but the numbers appeal to him in the same way. They can be a comfort when nothing else can, a real, tangible thing that could mean the difference between life or death. Eunhyuk thinks of all the numbers scrawled onto whatever scraps of paper he could find, tallies written under two neat categories: survivors and the dead. Long nights spent with just him and those numbers, until every face in that little community bled into the page.
back then, it had been easier to think of everyone else that way. but it's impossible now. His chest feels tight, packed with all the emotions that prevent him from breaking Luke down into a set of data. His worry, his longing, his hopes, his fears -- all a tumultuous rush seeking to break free from his usual stoic expression, maybe in the form of an embrace, like a child would, suddenly afraid.
instead, he places the tablet beside him on the bed, and then reaches for Luke's hand. the tightness in his chest loosens, eased by Luke's physical presence, and the fact that he's still here with Eunhyuk,]
...Luke.
[the name lingers, less because Eunhyuk doesn't know what to say, and more because it might be enough. the gratitude implicit in his tone, the softening of his features that anyone else might not be able to tell. then another beat of silence, before the corners of his lips quirk up, just a little]
You still can. [his thumb slides along the edge of the bracelet] I'll wear a bracelet too, if you make one for me. We can match.
[as human as he is now (or at least he fervently hopes that he is), there's no telling of what the future will hold for either of them. and it seems only fair, that Luke can keep track of him in this way too (LIKE HE'S NOT ALREADY? CAN U GUYS EXCHANGE RINGS LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE)]
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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.
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All Eunhyuk can do right now is be present. He likes to think that he's learned not to sacrifice parts of himself for the sake of his loved ones, but that might be because he hasn't had the opportunity to since moving to Stellis -- either way, he'll take that as the small win it is. Instead of adding to Luke's worries, he can at least reassure him that he'll always be here.
He finishes with Luke's hair, tucking a strand of it behind his ear, when Luke speaks up. His gaze goes immediately to the drawer and then back, but he keeps whatever questions he has in favor of moving to retrieve said box -- settling back next to Luke with it in hand.
He holds it out for Luke to take, even if his first instinct is to open it and see -- he doesn't think it's medicine, that if Luke needed anything then Eunhyuk would find it back in the cabinet, but if it's not medicine, then what could it be?]
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Just kidding... CAN YOU IMAGINE. But no--he takes it, or more accurately, lets Eunhyuk put it down on his lap before he slowly, carefully, eases it open. Not so much because the items inside are delicate, but because the stiffness and tension within him haven't fully eased up, even though he knows he's safe from sudden pain for at least a little while. It's not the first time he's been in this situation, but he can't help the paranoia. Not when he's already so frustrated about failing to keep this episode hidden from Eunhyuk, which had been the entire goal of slipping away to Arpechele so early in the morning.
The thought makes him hesitate, devotion warring with his innate desire to run, to hide--things he won't be able to do anymore, if he goes through with this. With any luck, it won't be a problem much longer, but after today's failures, Luke is not optimistic. It doesn't matter that he has multiple failsafes in place, that barring a catastrophic anomaly, he has more than one way to guarantee his life won't end as abruptly as it did on the ship. It's willingly showing any weakness, any pain and suffering at all, that he's struggling to accept.
Perhaps it's appropriate that the box on his lap doesn't feel like a gift, or even an apology, when it wasn't meant for Eunhyuk in the first place. But if it can't be those things, then maybe it can be... atonement, for today, and a promise for tomorrow. He wants Eunhyuk to see the truth of him even less than he did when they were strangers--but he can't bear the thought of pushing him away with his lies, even if they both know they're well-intentioned.
He takes an unsteady breath, and finally sets the lid aside. Inside the box is a bracelet, along with a small device--like a tablet, only much more compact. Quietly, he reaches in and snaps the bracelet on his own wrist; it fits perfectly, clearly already adjusted, or perhaps specifically made.
With that done, he reaches back inside, and turns the device on; as it flickers to life, the screen reads syncing. Luke presses it into Eunhyuk's hands before he can change his mind and backtrack out of this.]
...It's a health monitor. It'll let you track my physical condition, even when we're apart. [He pauses, pressing his lips together. Admits--] This one was supposed to be for Aaron. I wanted to give you... a modified one. After... [...] After this was over.
[A show of trust and love--not only in Eunhyuk, but in his own health, after the sickness plaguing him was finally eradicated. But a half-lie, in its own way; he'd only wanted Eunhyuk to have this once there was nothing frightening or depressing to see on that screen.
This, though... even if it's awful and terrifying, it also feels like the right thing to do. Like the only possible thing he can offer in response to Eunhyuk's gentle I want to. If he can't promise truth in words, he can at least offer this--data and science, the very things he's counting on to survive.]
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Eunhyuk curls his fingers carefully around the weight in his palm, bringing the tablet up higher. It's such a small thing, but the magnitude of the gesture isn't lost on him, not when he knows how deeply private Luke is, how stubborn he's been with his own suffering. Eunhyuk should be happy, and he is -- because he can tell that this is Luke's way of confiding in him. He doesn't have the head for science that Luke does, but the numbers appeal to him in the same way. They can be a comfort when nothing else can, a real, tangible thing that could mean the difference between life or death. Eunhyuk thinks of all the numbers scrawled onto whatever scraps of paper he could find, tallies written under two neat categories: survivors and the dead. Long nights spent with just him and those numbers, until every face in that little community bled into the page.
back then, it had been easier to think of everyone else that way. but it's impossible now. His chest feels tight, packed with all the emotions that prevent him from breaking Luke down into a set of data. His worry, his longing, his hopes, his fears -- all a tumultuous rush seeking to break free from his usual stoic expression, maybe in the form of an embrace, like a child would, suddenly afraid.
instead, he places the tablet beside him on the bed, and then reaches for Luke's hand. the tightness in his chest loosens, eased by Luke's physical presence, and the fact that he's still here with Eunhyuk,]
...Luke.
[the name lingers, less because Eunhyuk doesn't know what to say, and more because it might be enough. the gratitude implicit in his tone, the softening of his features that anyone else might not be able to tell. then another beat of silence, before the corners of his lips quirk up, just a little]
You still can. [his thumb slides along the edge of the bracelet] I'll wear a bracelet too, if you make one for me. We can match.
[as human as he is now (or at least he fervently hopes that he is), there's no telling of what the future will hold for either of them. and it seems only fair, that Luke can keep track of him in this way too (LIKE HE'S NOT ALREADY? CAN U GUYS EXCHANGE RINGS LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE)]