Luke could feel the exchange between them on a deeper level. She was taking far more than she was giving, and it was overwhelming her. He swallowed hard, and put his hands on her arm, and eased her hand away from his face, moving it to his chest instead, to the barrier of his shirt between them.
"Have you gotten the welcome spiel?" Another thing he didn't know if it was real. Theo was, he'd accepted that. He could feel her, hear her, smell her. She was real. That didn't mean the rest of it was. Vallo, and all that it was could easily be in his mind.
He hit the two year clean and sober mark. Two years without Nell by his side. It was a significant milestone. It made sense that his brain would spazz out, and it wasn't unheard of that he imagined entire societies within his mind.