Fuck. He hears Luka's voice, or a voice he thinks is Luka's anyway, and he immediately dreads it. He's in the worst possible place to communicate with him right now. He actually thinks about ignoring him until he's recovered his head, but he can't just leave the Princess there, wondering what's happening.

And so he shifts himself down the pile, sliding down and getting his feet underneath him. The cement and metal rattles over itself as he moves, and he reaches out blindly. He's pretty sure Luka was... here? Or here...? Or--

His hand hits the other's shoulder all at once and he snags hold of him, quickly moving his hand down to Luka's wrist and turning his hand palm up. Assuming Luka doesn't try to yank free, he'll try to spell his name in his palm: G - Y - R - E.