[The same familiarity sweeps over him as it had done with his mother. Though he's never seen this man's face before he knows who he is. And when he says Luke's name it just sounds right but still somehow strange at the same time.
Most of his nerves have gone yet Luke still finds himself rooted to the ground. He thought it'd be different this time. He thought this scene would be different from last time, that he wouldn't freeze up and not know what to do. Yet another stranger but with that same instant connection. A stranger that he knows and how does that even make any sense?
The emotions fighting to take precedence inside him are conflicting and confusing, and once again Luke is disappointed to find that he has no idea how to handle this meeting. He's not nearly as prepared as he thought he'd be. And really, how could he be for such a thing?
He wants to hug his father. His father, standing right there. But he can't because who hugs a perfect stranger? But this isn't a perfect stranger!
Then he should say something. But what is there to say? Everything, really. So where does he begin?
Nope, that doesn't work either. Finally, at a loss for words and deciding that he doesn't care what people don't do, Luke drops his gaze to the floor and quickly steps forward to hug this stranger-but-not, his father.]
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Most of his nerves have gone yet Luke still finds himself rooted to the ground. He thought it'd be different this time. He thought this scene would be different from last time, that he wouldn't freeze up and not know what to do. Yet another stranger but with that same instant connection. A stranger that he knows and how does that even make any sense?
The emotions fighting to take precedence inside him are conflicting and confusing, and once again Luke is disappointed to find that he has no idea how to handle this meeting. He's not nearly as prepared as he thought he'd be. And really, how could he be for such a thing?
He wants to hug his father. His father, standing right there. But he can't because who hugs a perfect stranger? But this isn't a perfect stranger!
Then he should say something. But what is there to say? Everything, really. So where does he begin?
Nope, that doesn't work either. Finally, at a loss for words and deciding that he doesn't care what people don't do, Luke drops his gaze to the floor and quickly steps forward to hug this stranger-but-not, his father.]