By now Luke's decided that being held by Cash is just about the best feeling in the world, especially when it's coupled with a kiss or two. Or many. Preferably many.

His hands slide up Cash's arms and then around his shoulders as he leans into him comfortably with a satisfied smile on his face. He goes decidedly pink and his gaze lowers sheepishly as Cash starts to open up. Despite what Cash says, it seems that no other response could have made Luke happier.

Once he manages to look up at Cash again from under long eyelashes, he tells him in a soft, lowered voice, "You're better at it than you think you are."

And then Luke leans his head in, pulling Cash to him as he does so, letting their foreheads press together and their noses just touch. "Well I want you to know that I'm crazy about you."