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“The guys told me what happened,” Julie says softly. “I had to make sure you were okay.” She takes a moment, eyes trailing around the room, stopping and widening at the mess on the floor. Luke sees her shoulders rise and fall as a sigh whistles through her lips. But her disappointment – with him, with the situation, Luke isn’t sure – doesn’t last long, because then she pulls something from behind her back with a tight smile. “Alex told me to maybe have these ready. Said you haven’t lost your temper like that since the cafeteria incident of 1993, but…” She trails off, holding out the first aid kit in front of her like a peace offering. Luke isn’t sure it’s necessary... but, as usual, he gravitates towards Julie anyway, feet carrying him into her space where he stops mere inches from her, close enough to smell her perfume. Once he’s within her reach, she sets the first aid kit down on the table and pulls him into her arms. He lets his head fall into the warm, comforting space between her head and shoulder. Her hug envelopes him, and if it weren’t for the stinging in his hand and the stabbing pain in his heart, Luke would want to stay like this forever.