When Luke awoke, he was curled in a bed, not on the chair he had fallen asleep on. He looked around the room and recognised the japor snippet he had given Vader. The room was fairly sparse and there was nothing really worth remarking.
Luke curled under the blankets, happy to wait for his father in the warm, safe comfort of his home. As he rolled over, he felt bandages on his more painful wounds. He smiled slightly at his father's attempt to protect and comfort him.
Moving still hurt him but at least his body was cushioned by the soft mattress. After almost three months of sleeping on a hard duracrete floor he felt like he was on a cloud. After so long shivering in a cold cell the blankets felt as though they were heating him, he was fairly sure that they weren't.
Luke lay still and felt everything around him. He felt safe. He felt protected. He felt loved. He felt warm. He felt… clean?
Luke pulled the blankets up enough that he could see himself. He was wearing new clothes. He had a bit of a suspicion who they belonged to too. He wore a dark brown tunic and it was considerably too big for him. He felt odd knowing that Vader had washed him and dressed him. Hidden in the weirdness was a feeling that he really was home, he really had found his father.
"It's a bit big for you, I know. You got your mother's height."
Luke looked up to see his father enter the room.
Vader strode over to his son's bed and sat down next to him, placing one hand on Luke's head. "I'm sorry. I tried to comb it out. I just don't have the patience for that."
"Huh?" Luke reached up to take his father's hand and his hand accidently brushed his head. His hair was gone. He laughed.
"I was aiming for a brush cut. I didn't want to have to explain this to a professional."
Luke smiled, "I don't mind. Thanks for trying. It'll grow back, right?"
"It will." Vader moved his hand to Luke's shoulder and started to rub it gently. Luke sighed and curled against his father. Vader was glad to be able to hold his son and stroke his head and let him cuddle close.
Luke looked up at his father, suddenly acutely aware of two needs his father hadn't been able to fill while he slept. "Can I have something to eat?"
Vader stood, "Yes. I will get it. Stay where you are."
"Yes Master." Luke said sarcastically.
He blinked in surprise as Vader flinched.
"What?" Luke was both confused and intrigued.
"I'll tell you later. What would you like to eat?"
"I don't care. At this point I'd eat a mynock. Or a whole flock of mynocks." He added as his stomach growled.
Vader smiled and went to get his son something. All he could come up with was a bit of fruit and leftovers. He frowned at it and wondered absently when he had last got groceries. By delivery, that is. He got some water and carried it up to his boy.
Vader watched sadly as his emaciated son started to eat as quickly as he could. His son's eagerness to get something, anything, in to his system was a very bad sign for his health.
Vader pulled the food away from his son and Luke looked up at his father angrily, "Hey! Give that back!" he reached out to try to take the food back.
Vader put one hand on his son's forehead to hold him back, "No, Luke. You have to slow down. You will just make yourself sick."
Tears of fury appeared in Luke's eyes and the normally soft blue hardened until they looked like chips of ice, "That's easy for you to say, isn't it? I bet you've never gone hungry a day in your life! You have no idea how it feels to be starved!"
Vader hurt as he saw his son's kind features transformed by hatred. It must be bad for his son to get so angry when food was taken away. "Luke, I'm not asking you to go hungry another moment. I just want you to slow down a bit. Would you let me help you?"
The hatred faded from Luke's eyes and he felt stupid and immature for allowing it to bother him so much. He nodded slightly and felt tears of sadness spring to his eyes.
Vader carefully started to press some fruit to his son's mouth. Luke opened his mouth and took it. They sat side by side as Luke allowed his father to feed him. When the fruit was finished, Vader pressed a glass of water to his son's lips and Luke drank quietly.
When Luke had finished, Vader realized that his son was still crying a bit. He put down the plate and shifted Luke so he lay across his chest. He carefully brushed the tears away from his son's cheeks. Luke shivered and rested his head on his father's chest.
Vader rocked his son and let the boy cry. At first Luke resisted his father's gentle touch and comfort, telling himself that he should be able to manage feeling lousy on his own. At last he submitted and allowed his father to just rock him and comfort him.
Finally, Luke managed to stop crying and push his tears away. He looked up at his father, hiccupping, "I'm sorry, Dad. I don't know what's wrong with me," he managed to give Vader a watery smile.
"You've been starved and beaten. You have every excuse to be moody for a while. You must be scared that something will go wrong. Deep down I think you might even be scared that I am lying to you."
Luke lay still in his father's lap. He didn't feel scared. He felt like he had a safe place to live with someone he'd always wanted to know. When he looked underneath that comforting façade he realized that he was afraid to lose it. Luke pressed against his father and Vader rested one hand on his son's head. He didn't know what told him, it might have been the Force but he couldn't be sure, he knew that his father would do everything in his power to protect his only son.