If under normal circumstances Lux would probably have pushed anyone away who tried to hold her in any form, right now she didn't. She leaned against Troy instead, some part of her really craving the comfort of someone else there with her. She had been going through all of this pretty much alone by her own choice, but at some point today that had stopped being enough. And the way he was holding her and trying to calm her down was not producing the same irritating effect as anybody else's attempt; somehow Troy seemed to be different, at least today. Maybe because he was her oldest friend apart from Simon, and if she wanted to count on anyone today, it would have to be him.
When Troy confessed that the movie reminded him of Simon as it did her, Lux looked up at him and smiled faintly. It was like she felt a little less alone in knowing she wasn't the only one feeling this shitty about things. "Yeah but..." She bit her bottom lip before continuing. "I know this makes me weak, and useless, I know, but I don't know how much I can handle, and I don't want you to see me break down." She confessed. What Troy said next made Lux hold his gaze in hers, her mouth slightly open as she struggled for a reaction, something to say. His tone, his look, everything it was like it was designed to fight and break her defenses, all those walls her therapist said she'd put up. What the hell are you doing, Troy? she thought to herself, but still nothing was coming out of her mouth.
Finally, she settled for the truth. "I don't know what that means." Double-meaning on that one, of course. Because she didn't know what it meant for her to be happy anymore, or how to achieve it, and she didn't know what he meant by that. Then again he might just have been his usual friendly self, he'd always been sweet, and if Lux thought about it - which obviously she was - it was almost like she was hoping for that sentence to mean something else. As if anyone deserved to have you thrown at them like that.