Of course he would suggest that - after all, it was just the most logical course of action when two people confessed a mutual attraction, wasn't it? Hell if he would really know, considering the only significant relationships (which were constituted of more than just a few dinners and some sex in Luc's book - which made two of them) he'd kind of just.. well, fallen into. The first one out of convenience and the second one because it just.. well, happened. Sure, Luc had no trouble getting himself laid – all he really had to do was smile and ask if someone wanted to go home with them. His batting average was consistently high whenever he stepped up to the plate – but Luc preferred to be a benchwarmer when it came to stuff like this.
Luc knew it would be rude to say no – at least without providing any kind of explanation for the response. And the thought of confessing everything about Nate to Sean just then, while intensely appealing (a disturbing idea, this compelling desire to open up to this near-stranger), was simply out of the question. At least directly.
“I'd love to take you out,” he said after a few breaths' pause, brows furrowing ever-so-slightly above his nose – evidence of the emotions warring in his brain. “I just..” He sighed, feeling like whatever he said was going to come out completely wrong and inadequate for what he was trying to say – because he really did want Sean in powerful ways (how could he not when he looked like that?).
He bit into his bottom lip for half a second before he continued. “My last relationship ended.. very.. abruptly.” Well, maybe not abruptly - but there was a kind of finality to the way he and Nate had ended that he was struggling to verbalize tactfully. It was one way of putting it, though so vague he didn't even know if it was going to sound like anything but a bullshit excuse. “And, like.. it isn't that I don't want to see you,” he rushed to add, because he had to make sure to get that across, if nothing else – if only so maybe he didn't completely blow this out of the water. “I do.” He laughed a little, teeth edging into his lower lip against a sly smile. “I really do.”
He unfolded his legs so he could slide his weight forward onto his knees, moving a little more towards Sean – abandoning the joint he'd been handed in the ashtray, because he wanted his hands free. He used one to nudge the lit doobie that Sean had out of the way, while the other came up to catch a handful of material at the center of Sean's chest.
He used the grip he'd acquired to leverage Sean towards himself a little while he leaned in to capture the dark-haired man's lower lip in a gentle bite of a kiss – pulling back close enough to feel his breath but far enough to look him in the eye.
“I guess I'm just saying I'm not really boyfriend material right now. For you, or anyone else. And I just.. well, I hope you're okay with knowing that.”
With the proximity, Luc was fighting an urge to shove Sean down and cover his body with his own – and subsequently let go of Sean's shirt as a precautionary measure. As he battled with it, he mentally cursed Joaquin for making him need this again. Because, God, he so did.