Lucas' expressions shift in increments, tiny motions that tug at his normally fickle attention span and settle something warm and contented in his stomach. He likes watching them. It isn't that he's a complete stranger to feeling satisfied with himself, it's just - it's nice in a way that it normally isn't? Hushes all the background noise to a dull hum.

The final basket verdict makes Bash snort, eyes crinkling at the corners. "So I'm basically just writing 'you're welcome,' then? Maybe in all caps." It's nice. Succinct. Really gets the point across.

He grins for another few seconds, rocking back on his heels. "So -" A pause, considering. "Last night was kind of terrible," he says, smile still firmly in place and fingers squeezing tight. "But I'm glad I was with you. You make me feel like I'm okay - like I'm doing okay? Even when I'm pretty sure I'm doing everything wrong."