When Luke had heard what the other Luke--L, as far as he was concerned--was doing for shelter, he'd decided he'd just have to do something about it. For one thing, it was cold in Colligo, and sleeping outside had to be miserable. For another thing, rain definitely had to be an issue, and while Luke had never seen rain, it looked wet and even colder in photos. So he'd darted into his room, grabbed both of the blankets off his bed, a set of sheets out of the closet, and then snatched the shower curtain off its rings. From there, it had meant finding him-- which really, hadn't been that hard. Considering how he'd upgraded his PDA, it hadn't taken much to track another person's.
So there he was, at the entrance to an alley, and there was some tall, creepy guy there--
But there was a dumpster and a skinny, dark-haired guy, and that had to be L. He really did look kind of sick, didn't he..? He wondered if maybe he should have brought some kind of medicine, too. But then again, L had said people tended to underestimate him, so Luke was going to try not to do that. After all, who knew? Maybe it was normal for humans where he was from.
Still dressed in his coveralls and toolbelt, blond and blue-eyed and boyishly slender, he was a bright bit of sun in the otherwise dark corridor.
"Uh-- Luke?" he wondered, remembering belatedly that he wasn't supposed to call him L around other people. "I brought some stuff for you--" He stepped forward, approaching the dark-haired man and dropping swiftly into a crouch, offering up the blankets. Hopefully, L wouldn't be too terribly alarmed at Luke finding him.