Whoa. Where the hell was all this coming from? Luke's dropped in a little pile as his concentration broke. With a slightly displeased look on his face, Luke swiveled his body so he could see Mao a little better and decided to focus his efforts on making a hole in the sand. Holding one palm parallel to the ground, he hit it with a gentle field and smiled when the grains parted like a more land-based, hole-like version of the Red Sea. Okay, so not at all like the Red Sea. But that's what Luke thought of. He worked on the hole as he listened, glancing up occasionally to catch the expressions on Mao's face.
What was he so nervous about? I mean, yeah, James-the-dickhead did manage to completely cut him out of his life there for a few weeks and yeah, Luke himself had made some pretty shitty decisions concerning Mao, but that was like two months ago. He was really still upset over this? "Well then fuck James. He's an asshole." Luke maybe could've tried to be a little more sympathetic, but even if all the shit that went down was two months ago, Luke was pretty sure he'd never forgive James for outing him on the internet. "And he's an idiot too if he really doesn't think there's something weird going on around here."
Luke didn't even want to try to address all the other stuff Mao was talking about, particularly the part about how he nervous that it was just a matter of time before the two of them were at each other's throats again. While he knew this was a very real possibility, he didn't want to commit to saying anything one way or the other. They fought. It was what they did. And Luke was pretty sure that was never going to change.