"I said I like you okay?" Luke was too invested in his little tantrum to simmer down, so he threw his hands in the air. "Apparently we're both ridicillusly stupid! This is so dumb! You're... you!" He poked Mao in the chest and continued, fully unaware of how incoherent he sounded. ""And I'm... me!" In Luke's mind, all of his arguments were rational, despite the almost painfully high degree of irrationality that was basically a hallmark of all his conversations with Mao. Particularly this one. "Why the hell do we like each other?! It doesn't even make sense!"