Luka wasn't expecting anyone to come upon him here either, and startles when he hears what sounds like approaching footsteps. He feels a sense of relief when the other speaks up, however - of all the visitors that could encounter him here, this was one of the better possibilities.

"Gyre." He says, scrambling as he sits up. His instinct is to act like nothing is wrong at all, but he knows that Gyre knows that's... absolutely not true, for any of them. Trying to play it off wasn't going to work.

"I didn't know where else to go." He says, pulling his legs underneath himself to make room for the other on the bench. "Craydon's a mess, you know. No one's even talking to me."