head rolled casually to the side, still using the palm of his hand as a pillow. the words had struck him as some sort of bedside confessional, something he hadn’t expected from lucas, especially not now, or not ever really. the tinge of amusement was trying to hide the way that the emotion seemed to want to paint his cheeks with a deeper shade of red. smile was genuine, eyes finally falling on the face he knew he didn’t really have the rights to know - his life, was too much for someone in the teachers position. “sorry, what’d you say?” asking for clarification, even as smile translated right into a grin, making it all too evident that he’d heard it the first time, but his favorite sin was greed: and he’d wanted to hear it again, again, and again. @melancholaes