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"I would if I could." He leaned backwards in his seat, brushing the back of his hand across his forehead and lowering it to his chest. Maybe he was actually sick? He'd had the vague understanding that his inattentiveness to proper sleep and nutrition would catch up with him sooner or later, but this didn't really feel like normal fatigue or even exhaustion. It was discomforting, even somewhat painful, and nothing if not thoroughly unwelcome. Arceus, it was just one thing after another.

It was certainly longer than a minute, but not too much longer passed before Luke pushed away from the pew and rose to his feet, a sigh in his breath. It was sort of hard to remember what normal felt like or recognize whether or not he felt that way, but, "I don't really want to stay here myself." Moreover, he was simply restless, anxious, and didn't want to sit in one place if he could move well enough to leave.

"I don't know," he approached the front door and pushed it partway open, breathing in the humidity and the scent of wet earth, "how long is reasonable to try and wait out a storm? It could keep up for ten minutes, or an hour, three hours..." His voice trailed off as he spoke in a subconscious understanding that it wasn't really something that could be helped one way or another.

A brief moment of silence, and he turned to face Asch, "Rosie said you gave back Vahy'n." He used a neutral tone, voicing a simple fact that could be confirmed or denied without any indication of accusation or a questioning of his motives.

Well, no, not exactly. It wasn't like he didn't have anything to do, though. Either way, there was no helping it, he supposed; they held no sway over the weather. Mieu knew Sunny Day, but, welll...

He breathed a light sigh. "Before it was always 'you'll never see her again' and stuff. It's just kind of... weird... that all of a sudden you change your mind." There certainly wasn't anyone who was unhappy that Vahy'n was back with her proper trainer, but it was undeniably strange that the event had come to pass as it had.

A long pause, as if expecting an amendment, then, "I see."

Not really a good cover, no. If he'd simply wanted to get rid of Vahy'n, why return her to her owner instead of simply disposing of the pokeball? The fact that he referred to Vaporeon properly as 'she' instead of 'it' didn't go unnoticed either. He paced idly in small, slow circles, driven by a restless need to stay in motion, "Whatever the reason, I'm glad... I'm sure Rosie and Vahy'n are really, really happy." That alone was a pleasant thought.

Luke shrugged. Whether or not he cared, whether or not he said he cared... It didn't change the most important aspects of the situation, and that was what mattered.

The evident frustration with his pacing drew Luke to stop, at least for long enough to give an explanation. He inclined his eyes towards the windows, frowning, "It's hard to breathe if I just sit still." He wanted to leave.

Anyone would have to admit that having someone walk up to you without saying a word to stare silently and analytically was kind of disconcerting. Luke only tolerated it briefly before taking a half step back, a brow raised in confusion, "...What?"

He frowned. Luke didn't really like that kind of question dodging, especially when the information evidently being withheld was relevant to him. "That's kind of ominous," he replied. "Guess I can't hope for an explanation, huh?" It wasn't a matter of disbelief, necessarily. He'd been far from the top of his game for some time now, though he'd attributed his flagging stamina and bouts of dizziness more to erratic sleeping habits and insufficient appetite more than anything else.