Luke opened the door and walked through Lorelai's foyer. She was sitting alone on the couch.
Crying. No, sobbing. Her face was red and wet.
"Lorelai?" he asked plaintively sitting down and facing her.
"It's Em...it's my mother."
"What about her? What happened? Did she insult you for the 4,000th time? Lorelai, I know she's your mother, but sometimes I want to hurt that lady."
"She's dying," she whispered.
Luke immediately went stone faced. He pulled Lorelai into a tight embrace, and kissed the corner of her left eye tasting her salty tears.
"Is it cancer?" Luke asked calmly.
"Yes."
"Wow." replied Luke. "That's how my parents died, you know."
Lorelai pulled away from his arms and looked him squarely in the face. "No, I didn't."
"I don't really talk about it...ever. Lorelai?"
She looked at him questioningly still digesting her newfound knowledge of his parents.
"Does Rory know yet?"
Lorelai winced. "I can't. Luke. I...oh god," she stuttered covering her mouth with her hand, and buried her face in his shoulder.
"It's okay. We'll do it together."