"Don't worry, it's fine," Lucas said, waving the apology off. "I'm just glad I didn't keep you waiting forever." Rachel would've been proud of him for that, and for making a friend. God, was he ever going to stop thinking about this place in relation to his wife and how she'd react?
He really hoped so -- at the same time as he hated himself for feeling that way.
"So how've you been settling in?" he asked, tilting his head and watching her curiously. "Aside from the whole missing home and hating parts of being here thing, I mean. Because I gotta tell you, I'm running about a fifty-fifty on doing well."