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[1:23 PM] - LUKE PEARCE

Luke really didn’t think through letting you fix his board with him. Of course Luke can never really think anything through when you’re involved, but he still manages to be surprised by just how much trouble he can get himself into.

The sunlight casting over your face as you concentrate on lifting the board so he can check the truck axle for any damage has his breath hitching in his throat, and there’s only so much self control he really has before his hand impulsively twitches towards his pocket. This really isn’t the time or the place, but just the knowledge of the ring nestled inside has him feeling settled enough to look up at you again.

“You know for someone who has never skateboarded before, you sure are good at helping me fix my own board.” You scoff and he can barely smother the grin edging onto his face.

“Yeah sure, because holding a piece of wood in place is something only skateboarding experts can do.” He thinks he missed this most of all. Just talking to you, getting to ask about your day or seeing the crinkles on the corners of your eyes when you smile as you talk. The way your voice lilts as you speak, all of these things are what makes you, you. And there was only so much imagining he could do, all alone, before he started to miss seeing you in action.

“Tony Hawk only wishes he could be you~” he practically coos at you, leaning over the board to get closer as you throw your head back and laugh. He basks in the sound, something so quintessentially you, and after so long of being starved for the comfort of your voice it makes moments like these all the more special for him.

“Well alright then Sherlock,” you quickly stand up, gently pushing the board forward so he could catch it. “If I’m gonna beat Tony Hawk I better figure out how to stand on the board first.” You reach out your hand to him, and he realizes he hasn’t been this happy in eight years.

He smiles. He takes your hand.