"Kinda thought the bed head was cute, too?" Lucas shrugs up one shoulder as he casts a sidelong glance at Bash. The unevenness in his voice doing little more than making Lucas' smile spread wider. He breathes a quiet laugh.

It makes moving through the crowd easier, although Lucas' posture does shrink up, head hiding in his shoulders while they weave through people. He has to remind himself to focus on his boyfriend. On the conversation. Lucas slows his gait. "Another time, then," he says, brows tilting up mischievously as he bobs his head. "Don't want to get double secret expelled from Gooseberry for a Return of the Jedi scene." He pauses, head lolling thoughtfully. "Maybe an A New Hope scene, though?"