"I might be biased," Luke admitted, voice softer now that she'd come closer. The little inches between them were nice -- a good compromise between wishing for more and having to realize what that meant. "Yeah. Everyone's biased, right?"
"And no," he added, biting back another stupidly huge grin. George's laughter was contagious in a way that couldn't be denied. Not for Luke. Mot even with all the practice he had not laughing at his uncle's jokes. It was kind of nice. Kind of weird. Definitely different.
"If you wanna go back down. I dunno. I'll do whatever."
Luke paused, slipping his worn backpack from his shoulders. A moment was spent rummaging through it for the familiar notebook, but something made him pause in dragging it out to show george. "I'm supposed to be reading you something. Right?" He glanced back up at her from the corner of one slightly tired eye. "Unless you changed your mind."