Lucas listened intently, mind latching onto every word out of Shift’s mouth. His hands twiddled nervously together, a habit he’d picked up when he was young. A hint of shame crept onto his cheeks, a punishment for his thoughts of not telling John and just leaving like normal. How could he even think that?<br/>A heavy silence settled over the table, but unlike their previous conversations this one wasn’t awkward. Shift always seemed to say the right thing, what he needed to hear. Albeit it he was surprised when he admitted to him that he was nervous, something that wouldn’t have told anyone. It was as frightening as it was relieving.<br/><br/>“Thank you.”<br/>Breaking the silence, Lucas tipped his head towards Shift. A sincere, soft smile playing his lips. His hand ran through his hair naturally, stopping at the back to rest comfortably.<br/>“I should probably go tell him.”<br/>Ahh…There were the butterflies. Standing up, Lucas slid out of the booth. Turning to give Shift a thumbs up before disappearing into the kitchen.