It isn't real, he assured himself. How could it be? It was simply a dream. A silly dream, at that. His boyfriend had died, Luke knew that, possibly more than anyone else. But now, the young boy stood before his dead lover in his sleep, and he didn't know what to think. How could it just be a dream? Everything felt so clear, he felt more alive and more energized than ever. No, snap out of it, he rationalized. It's just a dream, he kept repeating to himself, it's just a dream.
Luke just wanted a normal life: an accepted partner, a kind family, and a job he didn't completely hate. He almost had that - only his father hated his ex boyfriend, his family took him in so they had to be kind enough, and his job was decent with a good pay, but nothing was normal. Everything was far from normal.
When an alien spacecraft crashed only a mile away from his job in the middle of the night, his life became a whole lot less normal, and a whole lot more messy.