Just as Lux opened the door, he responded to the statement from Ras, “Probably am part-goat.” No doubt she was used to bizarre non sequiturs, as surrounded as they all were by the unusual and the weird, so he didn’t address it further. No, instead he simply nodded at her greeting, even if the exhaustion on the girl’s face did provoke some concern. Lux probably needed sleep more than ice cream sandwiches, but that wasn’t a thought Laurie entertained.
“If there’s a weird shadow, it’s usually him,” Laurie confirmed with a sort of shrug as he tossed a smile down at his shadow and happily tromped into Lux’s apartment, crunching over a few shards of the ceramic. His eyes surveyed the room, taking in the substantial destruction with a soft ‘huh’ and impressed nod. Laurie was, in fact, the sort of person who could happily live in a pigpen just so long as he had food and entertainment. This counted more as a disaster area than a pigpen, though, and the young man found that he actually rather preferred that: willful destruction trumped careless mess every time.
It was only after this quick look around the room that he noticed the cut on her hand. Cuts, scrapes, bruises, and even broken bones didn’t matter much to him since his healing ability took care of them a relatively quick pace. Injuries on others, particularly those he considered friends, troubled him to a much greater degree. His face set somewhere between a pout and a frown, Laurie reached out to grab her arm and inspect her hand, but didn’t get very far when her word of warning from earlier floated to the front of his memory. Touching her meant he would be in for screaming, a fact he did not doubt. Lux seemed like the type that could live up to her word. Instead, he turned the grabbing motion into a pointing one, still coming dangerously close to touching her, as he frowned in earnest. “You cut yourself, I think.”