Gyre doesn't follow him when he looks away, letting him hide his face if he wants. Instead of insisting on staring at him, he very carefully loops a hand under his wrist and, as long as Luka doesn't pull away, draws him towards a large, flat stone a few feet away from the fire.

"There's a rock here that's pretty comfortable," he says, and he moves further away, putting space between them before he sits as well. "I don't know how you live in a city every night. At least it's quiet out here."

He sighs softly as Luka takes him up on this uh punch talk, wondering how he should go about this. Honesty is always the best policy, right? "I uh, didn't think you'd go down in one hit, honestly."