[ resisting her tugs for the first few moments, luke lifts his head and breaks his makeshift pillow away from him. resting against her pillow again, he lets his arms go slack for her to do her bidding with them. his hands are just as important as his legs; the only person, other than himself, he would trust with them is her. with his guard down, she could easily snap his wrist if she wanted to, but he has faith she isn't so mean to break what's most important to who he is. a luke castellan with a broken arm is not the kind of person he'd want anyone to be around. ]
[ he watches her, humming for a moment as he pretends to mull over her question. ] Could be better. [ he turns his head to the side near her, searching for something on the pillow. of course, he doesn't find it, and once he thinks he's looked hard enough, he glances up at her. ] There could be mints.
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[ he watches her, humming for a moment as he pretends to mull over her question. ] Could be better. [ he turns his head to the side near her, searching for something on the pillow. of course, he doesn't find it, and once he thinks he's looked hard enough, he glances up at her. ] There could be mints.