Lucas sighed, relieved that the man hadn't continued to question him and offered him a ride home. It wasn't a horribly long walk, but if he had the opportunity to catch a ride, he would.<br/><br/>Lucas didn't want to grip the man's hand-he could pull himself up just fine-But the gesture was out of kindness, and it wasn't demeaning in any way...At least he thought it wasn't.<br/>Gripping the man's hand, his black gloves rubbing against his bare palm as he yanked himself up and into the seat.<br/>"I'm, err...Lucas."<br/><br/>He shifted his weight around until he got into a more comfortable position.<br/>"Just a bit further down the road, and take a right...What's your name?"<br/>Lucas wasn't really one for formalities, and so he didn't really think twice about turning around and peering into the wagon, curious as to what the man had with him.