"Okay, okay, okay." Mao wanted to hurry past the rules and warnings. And the weird rejected feeling he got over Luke's mother not liking him. He was too busy concentrating on the fact that Luke said he liked him. 'I like you.' He said it! His anxiety was melting away, quickly being replaced by excitement.
Mao laughed, sounding a little breathless, beginning to grin to himself. "Hey, that sounds like a booty call, what do you take me for?" Making jokes meant everything was good. Everything was great. If it all got fucked up in the future, then so be it, but for now, Mao was going to be happy, damnit!