Luka frowns, his concern growing deeper when he feels Gyre's hand shaking against his. He moves his thumb to stroke his cheek, a comforting touch being the first thing he can think to offer in that moment.

"I've never met someone like you before, Gyre. So maybe I don't know what I'm talking about. I can only tell you what I think, and I've never thought you were a coward." Luka brings his face up to meet Gyre's, mere inches away from contact. "It doesn't matter to me who you were before this. We can't change that. But I like who you are now, and I don't want anyone else."