"Can't say I know the answer to that," Luke chuckled. Picturing her tan could lead to other images related to the beach--places they couldn't be while stuck in a bunker at the edge of the post-nuclear apocalypse. This would do though. This would definitely do.
Having her so close again made him second guess his own rage at shoving Jessica away in the first place. He hadn't apologized for it, the way he'd spoken to her had come from a very dark, raw place. One he felt justified in having fallen into, but it didn't matter so much now. A part of it always would, but rage faded; love had a way of clinging to skin no matter how resilient the armor coating it might be.
"I was a cute kid," he nodded, quite pleased with himself. "Not sorry you missed out on it though. Don't think I'll ever get used to this being the new normal." He'd just accepted mind control and aliens as being par for the course. "Bloody Mary, people reversing in age--I had a conversation with Han Solo once."
He shook his head, then threw his other arm around her for a tight squeeze. "Somehow it's not so bad though."