“don’t be dramatic, lu.” you snort, “c’mon, i brought you in here to get a second opinion! you gotta help me!” after a few minutes of searching, you hold up a lacy thong, one that luke assumes covers about the same amount of surface area as a band-aid. “do you think i’d look good in this color?”

his eyes stare blankly at the item, mouth gaping cluelessly. luke looks at you and then the fabric.

he hadn’t pictured you in something like that before— he didn’t even think you wore things like that— but the vivid image was now prominent in his mind. 

he swallows, unsure of what to say.

 “....luke?” you bat your eyelashes up at him. “you still with me?”

your words break him out of his mental spiral almost instantly. with wide eyes and pink cheeks, luke attempts to sound more sure of himself by clearing his throat, “uhm.. yeah! no, yeah— i think it would look really good!..” his voice cracks subtly.

luke’s inability to maintain the tough guy persona earns him a giggle from you. you turn on your heels to continue into the store, “perfect! now i just need to find a bra that matches it!” 

“oh god yes…” he lets out a barely audible, pathetic sound and trails behind you without a second thought.