Luke frowned when Janey didn't hang her things up, but he didn't say anything about it right away. He could tell when Janey's defenses were up, and if she needed to keep her coat with her to remind herself to leave, that was fine with him. He was pretty sure he could convince her to stay long enough to warrant hanging it up, but saying that from the get go probably wouldn't do much good. So he let it go. For now.
Luke's stomach clenched at Janey's first response to his question, but he relaxed a little when she continued. Good. That solved that debate. Of course it would inevitably lead to a whole slew of other tensions, but Luke wasn't really thinking about that as he bounding up the stairs to his room.
"Sure do," he told her as he lead her up and opened his door. His room was actually surprisingly clean for a teenage boy - he'd been in one of his elusive cleaning moods not long after Christmas, so the neatness of his living space still showed its effects. The bed was still a little disheveled (he saw very little point in making it more than, say, once a month), but didn't mind as he flopped down onto it and flicked on the big TV, quickly putting it on mute. "It's as good a place as any to watch the ball drop, right?"