Lizzie glanced up at the ceiling as Luke flopped onto her lap. She swallowed and didn't look down for a few long moments and when she did, she had managed to find a smile that wasn't awkward or strained because it was weird having Luke in her knee and talking about liking boys. It was okay, really, but she couldn't help but feeling a little hurt because of the whole thing. It wasn't Luke's fault. Not really, it was her own fault for falling into that best friend trap.
Her fingers moved through his hair gently. "Yeah," she murmured quietly, a little perturbed by the neutrality of his expression. It shouldn't be neutral, it really shouldn't be, considering. "Really truly."
Her stomach twisted at the thought that maybe Luke and Mao might try and make a go of... something. She didn't know if it was a good idea but she'd support him anyway, that was what friends did. And best friends stepped aside and didn't say anything about what they might feel because they weren't important. Not really.
She kept her hand moving through his hair and she found another smile, this one a little wider, a little warmer and a lot more teasing. "If you're gonna be a gay Jedi," she said, tugging gently on his curls, "we'll need to get you a purple lightsaber."