Adjusting his arm to accommodate his boyfriend's presence is reflexive, now. And that's...nice. Lucas moves his hand over Bash's back, fingers dragging over his shoulders before coming to a rest. He ducks his head, pressing his face into Bash's hair long enough to mumble, "sure," and exhale a contented sigh.

"No three strike policy in the Empire," Lucas agrees, skipping once when their pace quickens to avoid his long legs tangling clumsily. He glances at the sign for the stunt show over his shoulder once it's behind them. He gives Bash's shoulder a squeeze. "Think we can sneak over and catch one more show tomorrow before we leave?"