It's not that he doesn't understand the need for the things Lucas is asking of him, or even that he doesn't support everyone knowing them. Being prepared is never a bad thing. And better over than under. He just isn't - He just doesn't -
(There's something stupid and stubborn at the center of him that feels like, somehow, he can fix things without it. Like somewhere in the disorganized jumble of his thoughts or the jittery twitching of his fingers there's an answer. One that's soft and simple and entirely unrealistic.)
"You ain't -" Lucas' fingers curl around his zipper and he stills, not embarrassed or even particularly startled, just sort of - watching. Just for a few seconds. Still and attentive. "You're not a pain in the ass or - or scared of nothing. You're -" His nose crinkles. "You're right. I'm just - kinda stupid sometimes."
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(There's something stupid and stubborn at the center of him that feels like, somehow, he can fix things without it. Like somewhere in the disorganized jumble of his thoughts or the jittery twitching of his fingers there's an answer. One that's soft and simple and entirely unrealistic.)
"You ain't -" Lucas' fingers curl around his zipper and he stills, not embarrassed or even particularly startled, just sort of - watching. Just for a few seconds. Still and attentive. "You're not a pain in the ass or - or scared of nothing. You're -" His nose crinkles. "You're right. I'm just - kinda stupid sometimes."