Ames: *big stretch*
Luke: Ames! Ames!
Ames: Yes, Luke? What's up?
Luke: *clings to her*
Ames: Hey, hey, what's wrong? *holds him close, rubbing his back*
Luke: *distraught and upset feelings verge of tears* *hand silps deftly into her back pocket while she's distracted* Bad dreams...
Ames: *shudders, kissing the top of his head and squeezing her arms around him* Shh...you're okay. You're safe now, sweetheart.
Luke: *yoinks her pass to the armory and hugs her tight to coverup the action* *sniffles* Sorry, it's just really getting to me.
Ames: *clueless...for now* *lifts his chin to kiss his forehead* Relax, huh? *strokes his cheek, soothing him with her empathy*
Luke: :O *actually DOES feel a little better... and a little guilty*
Ames: *frowns at that touch of guilt* What's wrong, Luke?
Luke: Just... *thinking quickly* I feel like I'm too old to ask for a hug if I need one.
Ames: *snorts* No one is ever too old for hugs, kid.
Luke: *weak smile* Do hugs not drugs?
Ames: Something like that, yeah.
Luke: I better go. Gotta get my laps in still.
Ames: *kisses his forehead* Take care'a you, kid. I'll catch you later.