Artoo makes a rude noise at the humans and spins off to investigate, complaining to BD about humans doing ridiculous human things.

It's probably best, because Luke is pushing against Cal, urging him back towards whatever piece of furniture they encounter. It hasn't been that long, no, and yet... he's aware of the years echoing over the bond. The wash of memories coming back into focus, half forgotten moments brought back by a touch or a scent.

"You smell so different," Luke murmurs between kisses. "You feel different. But you're still so, you?"