It was definitely out of the ordinary to be hanging out - not fighting with, making out with, or sniping at, but hanging out - with Mao, but Luke was doing his absolute best to pretend that it was the most normal thing in the world. The last thing he needed in his life was to complicate everything with the inexplicable sexual tension that always arose in his dealings with Mao, but Luke had made a conscious decision to ignore it as much as possible. Even if he didn't really trust Mao in his assurances that he was "trying to get over him," Luke was going to a least try to do everything in his power to speed up the process. They'd probably make better friends than lovers anyway, right?
It wasn't really the right weather for riding his motorcycle, but this particular mode of transport had been so difficult to get that dammit, he wasn't about to let the fact that his birthday happened to be in early winter stop him. He arrived at Mao's door brushing snow from his jacket and just pulling his warm winter hat from his head, releasing the tangle of messy curls.
"Hey," Luke greeted Mao when he opened the door, trying (unsuccessfully) to get his teeth to stop chattering. "What's up?"