Ion saw her glancing over to the humans, and blinked at the sight, upon following her gaze. He was wondering the same thing, as her. Watching intently, he turned towards them, fully.
Luke could only give a wry smile at that retort. It wasn't the first time he'd been called that, after all. He did make some pretty reckless decisions, but it wasn't as though he intended to be killed. He simply saw no reason to run and hide, every time something could be deemed scary or dangerous. Living a life, like that, was one he'd regret...more than any repercussions that would come with putting himself in danger. Plus, he...truly did consider it worth it, when it came to Gaara.
In spite of what the ninja thought, Luke didn't see him as a monster. The other teen had been there, for him, when he had nobody else. He was his only friend, as well as the person he'd come to like in ways beyond that. Not only that, but...he seemed to understand things that Luke thought nobody else could, in regards to himself. He wasn't about to let that go, if he could help it. He was going to latch on to the one shred of good he'd...finally managed to find. It was like finding a candle, after having been trapped in the dark for a long time...
He refused to let it go out, because he couldn't bare the thought of being in the dark, again...
Sure, he had his fears...and doubts. He was scared, too. The thing was, though, he wasn't letting himself sit and think about that -- just like he wasn't sitting and thinking about the situation regarding his other friends. Dwelling on that would only wind up bringing more negative emotions. He'd realize the full extent of how much he missed them, and he'd start to worry about how they're doing. He'd remember that promise he'd made, that he had no way of keeping. He'd think about Takasu, and realize that there was a greater chance that he'd been killed, than not...and because Luke wasn't there to protect him.
...But, immediately, a thought would remind him of how little good he'd done, considering they'd both been killed, at one point.
Gaara's words had him looking...surprised. Clearly, he hadn't expected that to be the answer. Opening his mouth, he attempted to speak. It...didn't work. All that came out, instead, was a sound that was a broken ah-like sound that was, clearly, the product of surprise. Just seconds later, though, the surprise faded into relief. Face turning about as red as his hair, he curled his fingers around the ninja's hand, tightly, and leaned forward. Placing a kiss to the other redhead's forehead, he let out a soft laugh. Almost as a thought, more to himself, he speaks in a soft tone.
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Luke could only give a wry smile at that retort. It wasn't the first time he'd been called that, after all. He did make some pretty reckless decisions, but it wasn't as though he intended to be killed. He simply saw no reason to run and hide, every time something could be deemed scary or dangerous. Living a life, like that, was one he'd regret...more than any repercussions that would come with putting himself in danger. Plus, he...truly did consider it worth it, when it came to Gaara.
In spite of what the ninja thought, Luke didn't see him as a monster. The other teen had been there, for him, when he had nobody else. He was his only friend, as well as the person he'd come to like in ways beyond that. Not only that, but...he seemed to understand things that Luke thought nobody else could, in regards to himself. He wasn't about to let that go, if he could help it. He was going to latch on to the one shred of good he'd...finally managed to find. It was like finding a candle, after having been trapped in the dark for a long time...
He refused to let it go out, because he couldn't bare the thought of being in the dark, again...
Sure, he had his fears...and doubts. He was scared, too. The thing was, though, he wasn't letting himself sit and think about that -- just like he wasn't sitting and thinking about the situation regarding his other friends. Dwelling on that would only wind up bringing more negative emotions. He'd realize the full extent of how much he missed them, and he'd start to worry about how they're doing. He'd remember that promise he'd made, that he had no way of keeping. He'd think about Takasu, and realize that there was a greater chance that he'd been killed, than not...and because Luke wasn't there to protect him.
...But, immediately, a thought would remind him of how little good he'd done, considering they'd both been killed, at one point.
Gaara's words had him looking...surprised. Clearly, he hadn't expected that to be the answer. Opening his mouth, he attempted to speak. It...didn't work. All that came out, instead, was a sound that was a broken ah-like sound that was, clearly, the product of surprise. Just seconds later, though, the surprise faded into relief. Face turning about as red as his hair, he curled his fingers around the ninja's hand, tightly, and leaned forward. Placing a kiss to the other redhead's forehead, he let out a soft laugh. Almost as a thought, more to himself, he speaks in a soft tone.
"So, I have a boyfriend, now..."