[Luke fumbled up to his feet, shuffling back. No... why, why was his own friend keeping stuff from him?]

I'm already hurt; what the heck's the difference?

[And then a thought struck him then, making him freeze up inside.]

...it's... not that you don't trust me. You don't trust me not to flip out. You think... I'm still like I was? That I'm just going to start yelling if it's something bad?

[...he had every reason to think that, but... it still hurt.]

Why... you know I'm trying...

[He... he really couldn't take this. He really did want to flip out now, and if he didn't step away... Luke felt tears threatening again, and he wanted to start sobbing again, but he managed to bite it back. Instead he reached up, wiping his eyes with a glove.]

...no. I can't... I can't deal with this anymore. I've gotta step away.