alive and safe and with me
They’re sitting at their dining room table and Philip smiles over at Lukas, picking another piece of pepperoni off his slice of pizza.
“Why’re you still wearing long sleeves?” Philip asks, narrowing his eyes. “It’s hot in here.”
Lukas has had a sort of quiet contentment on his face since he got home late this afternoon and he just smiles, shaking his head.
“How are you not hot?” Philip asks. “I’m hot.”
“Yeah you are,” Lukas says, grinning at him.
Philip laughs, shaking his head. “What’s up with you? You meet some new cute guy at that group project thing? You getting ready to tell me you’re leaving?”
Lukas scoffs. “As if,” he says.
Philip knows it’s the most impossible thing, which is why it’s so easy to joke about it. “So why are you acting like you’re staring at something beautiful?”
“Well, I am,” Lukas says, gesturing towards him. He grins when Philip sits back in his seat, clicking his tongue. “Angel face, you walked into that one.”