And here he thought a shower would be the first priority. Maybe it still is but, for now, he'll sit down on the couch that hits the back of his legs, hands clasping Luke's shoulders to bring him with.

"Mmph. Good."

Truth be told, that's another one of those worries that he'd sometimes think about. Mostly fleetingly, because he knew making assumptions wouldn't be fair to either of them, but it's difficult not to worry after so long. That he'd be so different, changed too much, for Luke's liking.

Now, it feels silly that he ever worried about that in the first place. Does love really go away so easily? From his experience, it's easy enough to hold onto.