Feeling "normal" is the weirdest thing about living there. He always expects that when he wakes up, Alexandria will be a dream. That he's still sleeping in an abandoned house somewhere. Another part of him almost expects that everything else will have been the nightmare. Maybe there aren't actually flesh-eating corpses wandering the countryside. Of course, he's reminded that there are every time he helps with a supply run. So instead Luke tries to focus on the "new normal". On that fact that there's hot water and lawns and (usually) enough food to keep them going. "In here" is better than "out there".
Especially now that she's here. Even if he's not sure how to approach this. The apocalypse came right in the middle of that age where he was still figuring out how to talk to people he likes, so his approach isn't refined. But he's earnest and he's kind and he believes in the fundamental goodness of people, despite everything that's happened to him and around him. He makes another tally mark on his piece of paper as he sets another piece of equipment aside, eyebrows shooting up. He could honestly just be happy listening to her. Or being near her.
It is, after all, that sort of initial puppy love where everything the other person does seems to be amazing and you want to hang on their every word.
"I guess someone needs to teach them. We don't want the next generation to miss out on everything. They deserve a chance at life," Luke replies with another grin. That doesn't exactly answer his question, but before he has a chance to press further, she turns the question on him. She still seems a touch nervous and on edge, but he recognizes that. So was he when he first showed up.
"Me? I don't know yet. Help out, I guess. Help make this place work. Get a chance to actually live rather than just... you know... worry about surviving."
It's a nod to the rather brutal world that's outside their walls. He doesn't really want to dwell on that, though. Luke continues quickly, trying to be the smooth operator that he totally isn't.
"Hopefully find someone I want to spend time with, you know?" He laughs and it's not completely free of nervousness. Damn, Luke, stop beating around the bush.
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Especially now that she's here. Even if he's not sure how to approach this. The apocalypse came right in the middle of that age where he was still figuring out how to talk to people he likes, so his approach isn't refined. But he's earnest and he's kind and he believes in the fundamental goodness of people, despite everything that's happened to him and around him. He makes another tally mark on his piece of paper as he sets another piece of equipment aside, eyebrows shooting up. He could honestly just be happy listening to her. Or being near her.
It is, after all, that sort of initial puppy love where everything the other person does seems to be amazing and you want to hang on their every word.
"I guess someone needs to teach them. We don't want the next generation to miss out on everything. They deserve a chance at life," Luke replies with another grin. That doesn't exactly answer his question, but before he has a chance to press further, she turns the question on him. She still seems a touch nervous and on edge, but he recognizes that. So was he when he first showed up.
"Me? I don't know yet. Help out, I guess. Help make this place work. Get a chance to actually live rather than just... you know... worry about surviving."
It's a nod to the rather brutal world that's outside their walls. He doesn't really want to dwell on that, though. Luke continues quickly, trying to be the smooth operator that he totally isn't.
"Hopefully find someone I want to spend time with, you know?" He laughs and it's not completely free of nervousness. Damn, Luke, stop beating around the bush.
"Try to be... normal again."
If anything can ever really be normal again.