"Patience has never been my strong suit." He leans in closer to both Gyre when he pulls him in and to his touch as it grazes his cheek. It felt nice to be touched by someone with no reservations about who he was, and the thought of it urges Luka to quicken his pace.

He's practically pulling Gyre along as he moves, focusing mainly on reaching the bottom of the mountain. Reaching it meant the likelihood of some inconvenience tearing him away from this pleasant distraction dramatically lessened. If he could get to his room, he could shut out the rest of the world for just a little while.

Sorry, Gyre - if you want to convince Luka to stay on the mountain, you'll need to be more direct.