Luke

*stuffs hands in pockets* Yeah, breakfast. My treat though. *glances sideways at you* Since you clearly need caffeine to recover from the trauma.

*peeks at him sideways* you're being nice? *narrows eyes suspiciously*

*shrugs* Don't get used to it.

*He pushes himself off the couch with a smirk.* Just making sure you don't get lost on the way. Or get eaten by a chainsaw-wielding squirrel. *He jerks his head toward the door.*

*stroking my head which accidentally hit your shoulder earlier*

*he felt his heart skip a beat, he didn't know why he was feeling this way. He looked at you and said* "are you sure you're okay?"

um yeah