Luke shifted his weight again, uncomfortable. He'd write to Leese later, he decided. See what he had to say. Or maybe it'd be better to ask him in person. Rather than think about it right now, he focused, instead, on his brother's words. His thanks. He smiled, the coins jangling a little in his pocket as he slid down into his rump, crossing his legs in front of him.
"It's what you'd do for me," he said. "What you've done for me. I thought it was harder to be the other side'a the bars but I guess I was wrong about that. He paused a beat and then added, "I'm really glad you're okay, Sy."
Simon was spared having to respond to such naked earnestness when a muffled explosion rang out from somewhere, from the sounds of it, not so very far away. Luke sprang back up to his feet looking around wildly with much the same manner that the guards and deputies did. "That.... didn't sound like a firework," he said uncertainly, looking at Simon, trying very obviously to look less frightened than he was. "Guess the Marshal's gonna have to work tonight after all."