His breath hitched hard in his throat as he felt the change in the air that signaled someone else coming into the room, out of nowhere. There was no sound of a door opening, no footfalls. Just a sudden feeling that he was not alone, and the dark shadow of someone nearby, out of the corner of his eye. Luke fought back another choked sob, arms wrapping tighter around his knees, pulling the teen into a ball, wrapped in on himself as if it would protect him from his own personal pain. He didn't want this; he didn't want to be here, talking about what had happened to him. He didn't want to remember . . . but the longer he was here, the more he couldn't escape it, and it was killing him.
He managed to whisper Gabriel's name, between hitching sobs, but beyond that speech was beyond his ability at the moment.