It had been a year since he had gone. Today he was returning, his surly nephew in tow, for his sister's funeral. She had lost her battle with breast cancer, and she had requested to be buried in Stars Hollow. The diner had never sold, so Luke had held on to it. He was planning on getting it up and running again, when he was ready.
After dropping his luggage (and Jess) at the apartment, he decided to take a walk. His walk took him all the way to the Gilmore household. He stood outside, giving himself a moment to revel in the fact that he was home, that he was going to see her again. There had been the occasional phone calls, yes, but they hadn't seen one another in a year.
He moseyed up to the door and knocked it lightly. The door flew open, and there stood 17 year old Lorelai Leigh Gilmore. She launched herself into his arms.
"Luke!" She exclaimed.
"Hey, Rory. How are you?"
"Never mind me! How are you?" She asked, pulling away slightly. It was obvious from his five o'clock shadow and his red eyes that, while happy to be home, he was quite shaken over the death of his baby sister.
"Im fine." He insisted gruffly.
"Liar." She accused, wrapping her arms around his neck once more. This time he hugged her back. "I missed you."
"I missed you too, kiddo." He said softly. She took a step back.
"Mom's at the inn." She said knowingly.
"Oh, I-"
"She misses you. Go." Rory insisted, nudging him out the door. "I'll meet you guys at the diner for lunch. I know it's not ready yet, but you must have something there. A nice slice of cheese perhaps?" She smiles, "Nevermind, we can all go to Doose's and get something."
With that, she closed the door.