Sometimes
I don't know why I put up with this. Night after night, it’s always the same. Sometimes, I blame Luk. But it's not all Luk's fault. He made the conscious choice to live like this.
Luk lets me in without word after I knock. He stopped trying to talk to me long ago.
I find him curled up under the kitchen table on his side. I wouldn't have been surprised if he was sucking on his thumb. He's just that adorable. Stupid-but adorable nonetheless.
I sigh, then gently grab his shoulders and shake him awake. "Come on, let's go home."