Luke takes a half a step forward, then another half, staggering until he stumbles right into the stranger and nearly bumping his head into him. Wobbling, aware only somewhat of the hand nearby to steady him, Luke blinks once and then twice and then a third time, shaking his head.

"W-where...?"

His voice is still hoarse, as if he'd just been yelling, and Luke hesitantly catches the gaze of the stranger, his free hand rubbing his sleeve over his eyes. Even standing up tall next to a crouched Sora, he's small, and Luke inches closer to the other boy, until he finally grabs for Sora's shoulder for balance. Everything is spinning.

"I...I'm L-Luke." Little fingers curl tightly up into the fabric of Sora's shirt. "T...th-th...thank y-you."