It was an instinctual thing, his attempt to sit up. In his mind, he hadn't been asleep all that long, anyway. The firm press from the ninja's hand had his frown growing, a bit. Regardless, he didn't fight it. Even if he'd wanted to, though...it seemed that wasn't in the cards.

After giving that sigh, he reached up and scrubbed a hand through his hair. That was, until he heard those next words. The confused look grew. Without skipping a beat, he asked, "Huh? What's...'atrophied'?"

It didn't sound like it was a good thing. Luke did know what 'comatose' meant, however. The mention of it having been a month instantaneously had a specific number coming to mind: fifty-eight. His eyes widened, his voice coming out in a somewhat low tone, "An entire month...?"

To the question, he shook his head. Expression softening, in thought, he turned his head to look out the window, "In fact...the day before I suddenly felt...tired, I'd just met with Kit for her reading lesson," he said, looking back to Gaara with a wry smile, "I'd thought I was doing pretty well with keeping up the contact requirement, actually. There's you, of course...and Diarmuid and Kit. Not to mention...my neighbor, Pilouette. Passing out was the last thing I'd expected to happen, Gaara..."

Accepting the water, he gratefully gave a thanks, and then began drinking. His throat was super dry, apparently, though. After one sip, he was left coughing, for a moment. Shaking his head, he paused before going back to drinking. After finishing it off, he stared downward, a moment...and then looked back to the other redhead, "Thanks...for being here when I woke up, by the way."

Suddenly, there was a feeling of awkwardness. The faint flush of color to his face said as much. Looking back over to that window, he scratched at the side of his face.