Easy, pal. I know ya can’t get enough of me.

[ He loosens his grip on the tracksuit, less because he’s letting Luke go than because he’s slamming that hand onto the stone surface of the bench next to Luke’s head, leaning in with an easy grin in spite of it all. ]

And it doesn’t matter to me where we do it. Even if we get outta here, we’ll both lose our minds to this sooner or later.

[ In other words: do your worst. ]