Everything feels great right now. Cash thinks he could talk about anything with Luke and feel great. Certainly he feels a lot like that on a good day, but it wouldn't matter the subject. Anything. He's unlikely to think of anything off the weathered path, though, so to speak -- because at the moment his mind is focusing on happy things. Things that make him feel fuzzy.

He slides his arm around Luke's lower back and pulls him close, pressing a soft kiss into the top of his head before he looks down at him earnestly.

"I know m' bad at showing what I feel," Cash murmurs, voice warm. There's nowhere else he'd rather be. "M' sorry about that. But I love you, n' I care about you, n' every day I'm just so grateful I found you again."