Lucas had taken a step back, more than a little freaked out -- until the young man called him by a certain name. Of course. Of freakin' course.
And as a result, his next reaction was to turn and literally headdesk against the wall. "Not another one," he muttered, though still loud enough to be heard. "No, not Chuck. Which, I'm more and more glad for." He'd stick to being the neurotic little mess he so often could be -- though that'd been changing more and more lately, between spending so much time with Fenway and Ramsey.
Rubbing his forehead, he took a step away from the wall. "I'd ask how badly Chuck screwed you over, but I'm about eighty-five percent sure I don't actually want to know."
And because he didn't know if it would help the situation or not, but he was pretty sure it couldn't hurt, he introduced himself. "Lucas," he said with an awkward little wave. "Lucas Pegg."