Once she let him go, Luka reflexively just took a couple more steps away from her to afford him a little more personal space. He pulled his jacket tightly around him and then crossed his arms over in front of him. He looked at her, gripped by another wave of confusion and basically not knowing what the fuck he was doing anymore. It was why he wanted to stop doing it entirely. He was messed up, mostly psychologically, but also physically. He was in constant pain from complications with his knee surgery and now he was hooked on way too many painkillers, and not just prescription either. Whatever he could get his hands on. "Luka," he told her hesitantly.

If he was honest, he was now terrified to see Jett. He wasn't necessarily terrified of her, because like he had said, if she wanted to kill him, he wouldn't care. That was how much he had lost hope and hated existing. Ever since he was born, he had felt like the mistake he had been. He should never even been conceived, and he wouldn't have been if his fucking father used a condom when he was fucking his secretary on his desk cheating on his wife with her. He just wasn't sure anymore how he would cope if Jett had changed dramatically. Jett had saved his life. He had been the only one there for Luka through all the shit with his father. He was his rock. "Jett's not difficult. He's a hundred times the guy I am. He looks at the world differently. He has done ever since he nursed his dying mother on his own when his father was deployed and she didn't want to tell him she had cancer. If he's a handful, maybe it's because now for the first time in his whole life, he's allowed to think about himself for once? That's what you need to get about him. I have never known him to put himself first. Ever."