Glancing down at his father's hand, Luke gave a hesitant nod, curling his own small hands around long, artificial fingers. "It's that Force-thing, innit?" he queried hesitantly, as if wanting to say something entirely different. It's what makes me a freak just didn't sound right when he shared the trait with his father. After all, his dad wasn't a freak at all. So that had to mean that he himself wasn't. What a weird thought---his uncle had certainly seemed to feel that way sometimes. Not that he'd ever told Luke, but.. well. Luke had always known.
"I reckon it means neither of us'd be very good at hide-an'-seek with one another," he added after a moment spent in serious thought, expression solemn as he glanced back up at the elder Skywalker. "It en't no fun when ya' always know whereabouts the other person is." A pause, and he offered an impish smile. "Course, it means you can't run off no more, too, Dad. Cause this time I en't gonna let you."
He wouldn't. He wouldn't. He didn't think he could take it again. He'd gone so long without having a father, only to gain one suddenly and brilliantly.. just to lose him again. He couldn't another time. It just hurt too much. It felt, strangely, as if it was a much greater time that he'd gone without his dad than it had really been.
Maybe it was just because they'd clicked so well. Whatever it was, Luke knew with a grown-up's certainty that he had to cling to his father while he could. It could all end just as quickly as it had happened.