Luka's lips formed a thin, tight line of defensiveness and his arms were folded tightly over his chest. She wouldn't have to be an expert or a genius to piece together the fact he was clearly very messed up. He wasn't aware that this point either that she would probably feel all that from him too. He would learn that his feelings and emotions radiated off him to Kindred, but for now, he was still so naive and oblivious to most of it. He just wanted someone to help him. He wanted someone to stop the pain. Why was that so fucking much to ask of people when it came to him? Why did no one ever want to help him? No one but Jett anyway. Jett had always been there for him, unconditionally. "You might think he's special to you, but you don't know him. There is no way in fuck you know him in that amount of time, and you can be sure as shit he will let you know it too." He had no idea how much of a pain in the butt Jett had been for her, but he did know Jett wouldn't let anyone take him for granted and he would want a level of mutual respect before he let them know him too.

"He is not headstrong or difficult," he added defensively, giving her a blue-eyed glare like she was nuts to suggest it. "He is just smart and if he's giving you a shit time, then maybe you should be wondering why. Because he is fair, and he is brave, and he cares for everyone else around him before himself. He's the only person in my life who matters anymore. He will cooperate with you as much as you cooperate with him. It's how he was raised. He didn't take shit and he wasn't a pushover, but he was never just an arsehole for the fuck of it."