Luke smiles. Most people don't realise that empath means only emotions, that he can't read their minds and thoughts, because that's usually the next assumption. That he can and will. He makes no attempt to stop McCoy, but his head cants slightly. "It's not- I mean, I was raised with love. Biggs would joke that he never knew of an orphan raised with so much love."

And for the gruffness and bossiness, Luke had never doubted he was loved by his aunt and uncle. "And it's all right. It's not, influence. Exactly. I can feel it. But I know it's your emotions, not mine. And I don't know if contact makes it stronger. The only people who really touch me are my family and I don't need Force powers to know what they're feeling."

Luke vaguely wants to bottle this feeling and shove it into a blanket and sleep with it every night. So much compassion and care that it bubbles around McCoy, fizzing and sparking.