( Normal Manly Men would probably have ended it after like two seconds with those testosterone-affirming back slaps. Ian has zero toxic masculinity, so Luke gets a nice long squeeze before he lets go. Even after he doesn't back out too far, still in forearm-gripping range. Tactile as ever, despite a long stint in a place where touching was super invasive.
He huffs out a laugh that's more sound than sincerity, clearly still processing. )
I'll try to text you next time.
( Ahaha like texting existed there. The tiny little joke doesn't linger for long, he bounces right on back to that chill-enthusiasm. )
Oh my god, man, I can't believe you're here. That's... that's great.
( Not only because Ian's glad to see him, but also because they're not inevitably doomed to die within the next five or so years, tops.
And then one second later, his mind goes to Luke's siblings, and the enthusiasm dampens a little. )
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He huffs out a laugh that's more sound than sincerity, clearly still processing. )
I'll try to text you next time.
( Ahaha like texting existed there. The tiny little joke doesn't linger for long, he bounces right on back to that chill-enthusiasm. )
Oh my god, man, I can't believe you're here. That's... that's great.
( Not only because Ian's glad to see him, but also because they're not inevitably doomed to die within the next five or so years, tops.
And then one second later, his mind goes to Luke's siblings, and the enthusiasm dampens a little. )