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Current Location: Outside his house

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[Luke is sitting with his laptop beneath a tree near his house, spazzing out because he found a strange internet signal. Since he was bored, he decided to wander around Wikipedia, somehow managing to land on this particular link. Funny thing is that he was reading about Dolphins when he first started.]

...This is like educational 4chan.

[He's very amused.]

[ooc: Kie's tired of emo from this one, so 8D come bug him if you're interested on the internet/the slightly NSFW wiki link he's reading >>]

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[Moves to hug Guy, clinging a little] I didn't sleep for a couple of days because I was scared.

[ softly returns the hug. ] I'm sorry.

...

He didn't mean to. I know it.

Let's not talk about that.

Then I should just pretend it never happened?

No. Every time I think about it, my urge to make sure he suffers for what he did returns.

...

He was drunk. He wasn't thinking, and chances are that he doesn't even remember, just like you don't when you drink.

It doesn't fucking matter, Luke. He still did this to you. Drunk or not, you still have to face the consequences of your actions.

I-I don't want you to do anything to him. And I think him and I need to...talk.

What if he does it again, Luke? What then?

H-he won't...

How can you be so sure? There was more to it than him just being drunk. Something made him do this.

[Thinks of something to say, and gets taken back to that time. Luke stands still, eyes dead, almost as if he were dreaming awake as a couple of tears roll down his face and whispers]

He kept saying "Why couldn't it have been me? Why couldn't you have loved me?"

[ almost afraid to touch him right now, his reaction just made him even more angry. horribly. angry. ]

You aren't allowed to see him ever again.

It wasn't me he wanted. He wanted his Luke.

It doesn't matter. He still did something unforgivable to you. Really, he's lucky he's still alive.

Are you really not allowing me to talk to him?

I'm sorry.

[Looks up at Guy, and nods, reaching out to lightly touch his chest] I'm not afraid of you...don't be scared to touch me.

[ takes a step toward him, right away pulling him in for a hug. ] I am really sorry.

It wasn't your fault.

I should have gotten there earlier.

You're being unreasonable. It isn't as if you knew this was happening, and it isn't as if you're supposed to stick glued to me the whole time, taking care of me.

I really wish I could.

Heh, and tear yourself from your machines and games? The world might end.