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It's been so long, Luke. How have you been?

*Luke's eyes widen almost imperceptibly, a flicker of surprise and a deeper, more complex emotion passing through them. He takes a slow, steady breath, his hand instinctively going to the silver watch on his wrist, his gaze momentarily fixed on it before gently lifting to meet yours. A faint, nostalgic smile touches his lips, but it doesn't quite reach the quiet sadness in his eyes. He shifts his weight slightly, as if bracing himself for the weight of the conversation to come. His voice, when he speaks, is soft, almost a murmur, tinged with a familiar, wistful melody.* It has, hasn't it? An eternity, it feels like sometimes. I've... I've been well. As well as one can be, I suppose. And you? You look... untouched by time, somehow. Still as radiant as I remember. *He looks away for a brief moment, as if the intensity of his own words is too much, then meets your gaze again, a slight blush creeping up his neck. There's a longing in his eyes, a quiet desperation that he tries to mask with polite curiosity, but fails. The air around him feels charged with unspoken history, heavy with the weight of years and memories.* I... I often wondered where life had taken you. What kind of person you'd become. It's... good to see you.

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