For a split second after Bash draws away, Lucas stands still, eyes closed, lips parted slightly, smile gone soft around the edges. On the one hand, it's the greatest feeling in the world. On the other, slightly inconvenient to look like someone just struck a gong by your ear every time your boyfriend kisses you. Especially in public. But, given the choice, Lucas would keep this feeling until the heat death of the universe. Given the choice between this and anything else? This, one hundred percent of the time.

"Um, er," he presses his lips together, eyes opening wide and face full of color as he collects and resorts thoughts scattered like papers blown in the wind. He doesn't really need to, but Lucas presses his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his free hand, corners of his mouth ticking up. "Strawberry. The Empire can wait for a strawberry milkshake. And probably some kind of burger."