To say Luke was confused by Mickey’s vague gesture in his direction was an understatement, it was, however, something that was relatively quickly glossed over because then there was a display of power that made Luke’s chest tighten being stuck somewhere between awe and jealousy. Watching the storm break into a little wisp that had bugged for attention, Luke felt his lips curling up into a gentle smile which only widened and softened at the same time as the wisp disappeared and Luke watched Mickey’s face, full of soft fondness as it disappeared up into the rafters.
“That’s beautiful,” he heard himself saying, just before the silence was broken with a throat clearing and his attention drifted quickly to the rafters, then back to the other witch to make sure he hadn’t been caught staring. If he’d been staring. He had no idea at that point what was even going on so honestly, he was just hoping for the best. Whatever the best was in this situation.
He didn’t often get to see other magic actually happening; usually, he saw the effects, the aftermath, the… whatever it was called when something was left over from an event but the actual happenings were largely a mystery to him. And everyone practised differently. For Luke, his ability was in the gentle pulse of life that he could feel from everywhere, an instinctive knowledge of the balance; how much was needed to balance the other. What could be taken and, conversely, what could be given. He wished - painfully - that he could do something like this.
“All kinds of concerns, or specific ones?” He asked, tilting his head a little and moving closer to the display, coming to stand beside Mickey - on his right, of course. It also meant that he’d have less trouble actually hearing him. He still thought he should have worn a hat. Next time. Hats. His new best friend or something.
Clearing his throat, he ducked his head a little and when Mickey looked up at him and smiled the easy - and natural - response was to do the same right back.
“It’s really neat gift,” he told him, maintaining eye contact for a few seconds before he looked away at the display again, rubbing the side of his neck. “Is this the bit where I embarrass myself by telling you what my problems are?” With a little grin, Luke drew in a breath, “I’m not sure we have a long enough time to deal with my self-deprecating self, but if you’ve got something that helps headaches, I’m pretty prone to those.” He couldn’t feel one brewing yet, but it would come soon enough, especially after his depleted system had burned through all the caffeine in his veins. Plus the chill irritated his implant. “Or insomnia. It’s too quiet here, falling asleep is a nightmare…?”