"Happy Birthday, Guy... I wish I could've gotten you something, but--" Luke paused momentarily in his stupor, his eyes downcast -- clearly he was confused, or perhaps yet guilty, for lack of better words. "--I didn't know what you'd want, or anything, so I..." A clearly visible pout tugs at his lips; evidently, the boy was cursing himself for being so selfish.
"Hey, don't sweat it, Luke! It's okay -- really!" Just seeing Luke look down at the floor with dismal eyes made him feel sad. "There's no need to beat yourself up about getting me something for my birthday. The fact that you remembered it is good enough for me!" He then gave the downtrodden redhead a taut pat on the back. "Besides, we're friends: and that's a nice enough gift that can't be bought with any sum of gald!"
