"Well not ignore it," Luke conceded, shifting uncomfortably. Okay yeah, he'd really wanted to ignore it, but, as usual, Lizzie had to go and encourage the best in him. "I just wasn't going to actively do anything. I think it might be best if we sort of avoided each other for a while, since every time we open our mouths around each other we want to rip each other's throats out. It might be best to just cool down." A soft sigh erupted from his lips and he bit the insides of his cheeks gently, his voice getting softer, less confident. "And yeah, I guess I could try to be a little nicer." He wanted to add something along the lines of "but it's not like he makes that easy. He's so infuriating!" but the words died in his throat. Venting about him wouldn't really help, and besides, Lizzie wouldn't approve.
"I don't really know Ethan that well, though." Well. He knew him well enough for Ethan to confide the secret of anything metal's random fondness for him, but still. This was different. "And I don't even want pride with a small P! It's embarrassing for me, Lizzie." He looked at her seriously then dropped his gaze. "I... I feel like I don't know myself anymore. That's why I didn't tell anyone. I didn't want it to be true."