[Ion's eyes are peeled to his lap. He feels the urge to cry again, but he isn't going to allow himself to do so. Not after he had broken his composure just one morning before. Still, his throat remains constricted as Luke sits next to him. Ion wrings his hands together.
A weak ghost of a smile tugs the corner of his mouth upward before it droops once again.]
I'm sorry, Luke.
[He practically hunches into himself, shrinking so low into his seat that Ion appears more small and fragile than ever.]
I didn't mean to react so poorly. I'm afraid I'm a bit...out of sorts.
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A weak ghost of a smile tugs the corner of his mouth upward before it droops once again.]
I'm sorry, Luke.
[He practically hunches into himself, shrinking so low into his seat that Ion appears more small and fragile than ever.]
I didn't mean to react so poorly. I'm afraid I'm a bit...out of sorts.