Luke looked up at Natalie, his sad eyes lit a little by the reassurance her touch provided. He let out a slow sigh.
"Natalie, that's practically all I've been doing. Giving people time. Some people say I should just talk to them, but whenever I do it just makes it worse!" He shook his head in frustration and tried to hold back the energy that he could feel building up inside him. The last thing he wanted to do was create an accidental field that would push Nat's hand away. "I don't know how to move on or whatever. Lizzie's one of my best friends and I have to see Mao all the time at school. Him and that stupid Baker idiot." A fist clenched at his side. No matter how much blame he took on, part of him couldn't help but continue to be angry at James.
"I just want to get away, you know?" His thoughts flashed to his little raft. God he wanted to get out of here.