The rising color on Lucas' cheeks brings Bash blinking stupidly back into reality. (He is not in a context appropriate to the words 'fiery' or 'torrid' and there are actual human beings standing within viewing distance. Nice.) He darts a quick glance back over his shoulder and feels everything go all hot, right up to the tips of his ears. Not a well thought-out game plan on anybody's part. Okay. There's no good way to make this much less obvious, so he goes for what he's good at: distraction and dramatics.

"I dunno," he wrinkles his nose up, one half of his face scrunched and expression overdone. He plucks Lucas' hands from his face and presses his advantage, leaning in and sighing, sounding distinctly put-upon and not at all like he's still a bit dazed. "I feel like it's a bit unfair, really. Cause I was doing super good at appearing totally calm and collected up until that point. Like - Wyatt had to sacrifice some serious, heterosexual dignity and give me a very straight hug. It was probably very rough on him."