Rather than wince when she stamped on a piece of dust or insulted his apartment, Lukas took a swig from his beer. It's not like Lukas was in a habit of confronting people who looked down on him anyway, it was always easier to pretend he didn't "hear."
But maybe the two days of binge drinking had something to do with the way he hitched up his spine a little straighter all of a sudden. Or maybe Lukas was finally realizing that there was no reason to play nice, every time he tried to talk to someone, or grow close, or trust.. they left him behind.
Setting his beer down on the counter, Lukas signed furiously. Did Honey understand sign language? Probably not, but she could sure as hell gain the impression of his statement through the frantic adjustment of his fingers and flashy snaps of the wrist. Not to mention that he mouthed, FUCK YOU, at the start.
I'm trying to find him, lady! I've looked everywhere, of course it's not like anyone will tell me ANYTHING, because I'm obviously too brain damaged to even infer when a woman is insulting me right to my fucking face, right? Like you even give a shit, go collect on the insurance... You probably did this, you caught him with another woman, and you don't even care. You're here to give me hell, and you don't even care. But I care.. he was my.. best friend..
Ignore the way his hands kind of crumbled into depression at the end there.