"Hmm." Luka sighs lightly, a soft exhaled breath into Gyre's neck. It wasn't exactly the answer he was hoping to hear. It sounded suspiciously like what someone hiding a marriage from their illicit lover would say. His mind would have gone to cheating next, had Gyre explained that he is in fact still married, but Luka is under the impression that Gyre's family had died along with him.

Luckily, Luka is easily distracted. Once again by the kisses, but particularly by the sound of his own name in Gyre's voice.

"I don't know.... we work well together, don't we?" It was a silly thought. The two of them were quite different, and they'd clashed dramatically a handful of times in the short week they'd known each other.

Luka giggles to himself imagining living in the woods like Gyre, sleeping in a tent, trying to hunt moose. The thought of Gyre in the city felt equally absurd. Their two lifestyles couldn't be further apart.