Gyre pauses in his slow retreat when Luka grabs his wrist, his eyes drifting between that and that smile. He's such a lovely man, and as their fingers meet, he shifts to intertwine his with Luka's.

"You sound tired. I shouldn't..." He pauses a beat, trying to figure out the easiest way to express his discomfort without sounding like he's rejecting him in some way. "Do you want me to be... here?"