This uhhh fucks him up immediately. He tenses under Luka's hand, his eyes widening. He can't look at him for a moment, his gaze jumping up to the ceiling as he tries to process this question, these statements. He reaches up and takes Luka's wrist where he's touching his cheek, and squeezes it shakily. There's a tremor in his hand that he doesn't know how to hide.

"I... don't..." he starts, faltering over himself. How does he say he doesn't deserve this without inviting so many more questions then he wants to answer? "I'm just ah... a memory, Luka. A cowardly memory. You could... could do so much better."