Breaking Up

"Good luck on your movie premiere, Noah. I wish I could be there," Luke said into the phone. "I'll be thinking of you. Bye." He hung up the phone as the door shut loudly behind him.

"If you wish you could be there, then why aren't you?" Reid asked, dropping his keys on the table and walking over to the fridge to make himself a sandwich for dinner.

"What?"

"You just told Noah that you wish you could be at his premiere," Reid said, taking a bite of his sandwich.

"Well, I do," Luke said, sitting resolutely on the couch. "I always thought that I would be standing by his side when he debuted his first movie and won his first award."

"Why aren't you?" Reid asked, roughly placing his dishes in the sink.

"What do you mean?" Luke said, standing up now.

"Why aren't you in LA with him holding his hand?" Reid asked, picking up the newspaper and sitting back down at the table.

"Because I'm here with you," Luke said in a voice that intimated this was the most obvious thing in the world.

"But it's obvious that you don't want to be here," Reid said, not looking at Luke.

"Reid! You know that's not true," Luke said, angry now. "Will you please look at me?" Reid sarcastically put down the paper and looked at Luke. "Why would you say that I don't want to be here with you?" He spoke quietly, hurt by Reid's accusation.

"You said it yourself." Reid was clearly not listening to reason, like he never did when Noah was the issue.

Luke opened his mouth to speak but Reid cut across him, once again picking up the paper and opening it. "If you want to go see Mr. Mayer show his silly little movie, then by all means do so. I'm not stopping you."

Tears forming in his eyes, Luke said, "Fine! Maybe I will!" and stormed out, Reid glancing up from the newspaper only when the door had slammed shut.