Oh. Okay, that was a ill thought-out question. That was a ill thought-out question that he really never should have asked. Just - okay. Lucas' fingers are on his collar and eye contact should probably be considered an Olympic sport (based on difficulty of maintenance and necessary skill levels and ) and the skin across his nose feels like it's maybe on actual fire? And not exactly in a way that he can pass off as sudden onset sunburn. In that it's blotchy and hot and maybe actively migrating.

"You totally saw my hair this morning," Bash says. Or maybe squeaks. Just a little bit right around the middle - which makes the whole thing sound more like a question than he initially intended. (God, he was doing so much better this morning. What happened to Bash of six hours ago? He was super cool. When will that dude come back from the war?) "That was definitely a good lord wow."

And then they're moving. Sort of crookedly and jostly and through the crowd of people on Hollywood Boulevard but, okay, moving is good. Moving is nice. Cross-ventilation air conditioning feels excellent and his collar feels a lot less like it's cutting off his air supply.

"I mean, I'd really like to break into the Ewok treehouse," he replies, his own grin twitching back upward at the corners. Now this is a topic he can get behind. "But I'm pretty damn certain that'd get us super kicked out of the whole place."