Luc's brows knitted briefly before he forced a smile - not that it made it any less genuine, just that it was genuinely hard to show right then. "Thank you," he said quietly, his smile softening into a grateful one. "It's.. it reminds you you're alive," he added, the shrug of his shoulders deceptively dismissive of the emotions raging through him right then. "I mean, if it hurts this much it just means it felt amazing at some point."
He wiped at his eyes then, not because the tears had overflowed, but just as a final gesture to fend them off completely. He gestured vaguely with his hand then, laughing a bit. "I probably seem like some heartbroken pup now," he joked lightly, and the statement seemed to brighten his demeanor.
He glanced down at the stainless Movado on his wrist, pale eyes widening the second he saw the time. "Oh, my - I didn't mean to take up so much of your time," he apologized, making a vague implication towards her clothes. "You look like you're dressed for.. plans this evening." His smile went a little playfully devilish. "I don't want to keep you from that. We have all the time in the world to talk later - we are neighbors, after all."