Lucas is...definitely the one in need of an excuse. Even draping his arm over someone's shouler is a Herculean effort. Which is why it takes him so long to do it, just now.

While Ethan Hawke continues to lie to his perfectly nice wife and children despite the rapidly escalating need for some transparency in this family, Lucas stretches out his long legs. He shifts his shoulders and, holding his breath, slides one arm behind Bash. "What is with the boogeyman's face?" He whispers, trying to act casual and not like he's feeling light-headed. Which he is. "I didn't know they had Halloween Cities in hell."

And then he nods. "See? They're perfect. I'm sure there's a few sopranos in there that'll be able to hit those screechy high notes."