His reputation didn't mean anything to him. Not when it came to Marsha, for nothing was more important than her. She was his best friend and he put her needs above his own and above that of anyone else's with two exceptions, that of his family and that of the secret he was carrying inside him. The secret he wasn't sure if he should tell her or not, what if she didn't understand or what if someone overheard him or she talked to someone about it? No, what was he thinking? Marsha would never do that. His main concern was if she looked down on him for it.<br/><br/>If she looked at him differently, treated him differently. Luke bit his lip, wondering if all his worries were based off of nothing, most likely she would accept it, he knew her and how she tended to react based off of certain things. She could take it. And so he warred with himself inwardly as part of him sought to tell her while the other part restrained that part by thinking of everything bad that could happen. That was when Marsha came out of the cabin she had been in to splash some water over her face at the sinks and spoke, telling him that she was pregnant and Luke blinked.<br/><br/>He was rather stunned for a moment and then he cleared his throat. "Oh. And here I thought it was something you might have eaten!" It was just like him to try and lighten the mood a bit and he tried to get a smile to come to his face, succeeding after a few seconds, inwardly wondering who the father was for he hadn't seen Marsha with anyone lately. Had he been blind? Yes, now and then he expressed some interest in Marsha but never constantly, it was more like a daydream that he didn't really want to come true.<br/><br/>So it wasn't that he was jealous, no, it was something else. Something more like uncertainty and protectiveness towards Marsha as though he didn't want her to get hurt. It was as though he were a protective brother and an overprotective father when it came to Marsha. Strange. Luke could tell that Marsha didn't really want to talk about her being pregnant and so he didn't ask, if she needed to talk it would come out eventually and then he would listen. He cleared his throat when she asked if he was alright and how he felt. Now was the time to tell her if he was going to.<br/><br/>Now. "I'm a little off my game. I know. There's a reason behind it. But I can't talk about it here. At lunch perhaps in a few hours? Once we're done interrogating the others?" He asked, for he couldn't run the risk of it being overheard or else many things would go wrong instantly. His problem was not like Marsha's. His problem would end in him possibly getting fired, definitely taken off the case and having all his fellow workers look down on him with varying degrees of emotional intensity. Luke held out his hand to Marsha. "You ready to go back out?"<br/><br/>He asked, waiting for her response. When she did they would head to the next interrogation room, leaving Ghrist for the new chief to interrogate.