"Junior G-Man," Luke echoes with a laugh and this is always what seems to happen. There's a moment when he feels tense, like perhaps he's crossed some unknown, unseen boundary and bullied his way to close to Reid in some manner, a moment wherein he becomes convinced he's done something terribly wrong and will need to make amends in some way, and then the tension is all undone by Reid's ability to make him laugh. It's something as simple as a nickname and although he doesn't know who this Garcia is, for a moment he allows himself to try and imagine her. Her and Reid's reaction to being called something like Junion G-Man. Luke isn't even entirely sure what that means, but he can't deny that it's funny.
Reid mentions that someone named Morgan called him Pretty Boy, though, and that unfair jealous streak flares up again. He's clearly speaking about someone on his team, someone he's extremely unlikely to have any sort of romantic connection with, especially if they have the type of friendship where one of them uses playful nicknames on the other, but he can't help it. All his life he's been a rather jealous man, unable to calm the burning and tightness in his chest when watching someone else with something he wanted, but he's always fought against it. Jealousy is not a pleasant emotion, it's not a respectable response, it embarrasses him that he experiences it, and he's had excellent practice when it comes to hiding it.
That doesn't mean he's stopped feeling it.
There's a moment when he thinks he might laugh again, mostly at the idea that Reid has no idea why someone might refer to him as Pretty Boy, but he realizes a second later that Reid really doesn't know. He doesn't know how people look at him, he really doesn't see himself the way others do and Luke knows that's true of most people, but when he looks at Reid, he completely understands the origin of the nickname. There's a slight flush lighting up the sharp edges of his cheekbones and from this angle, looking at his profile, the strong line of his jaw is especially apparent.
He's more than simply pretty, but Luke thinks about it for even a second and he finds his mouth has gone dry. What he wants is to ask more about Reid's team, hear more about these people who would have been as close to him as family, but for a second he can't quite speak and he wishes he had grabbed himself a glass of water while they had been in the kitchen.
Glancing down at his knees, he clears his throat, then looks back up again and smiles. "Well, you spent more time with them than anyone," he says. "It makes sense that you would miss them and everything they do that's familiar. Once Clary found out I was a werewolf, she told me to feel free to hang my head out the car window if I wanted. At the time I felt like throttling her, but I can't deny it was pretty funny and I miss all the inevitable werewolf jokes she and Simon would have made."
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Reid mentions that someone named Morgan called him Pretty Boy, though, and that unfair jealous streak flares up again. He's clearly speaking about someone on his team, someone he's extremely unlikely to have any sort of romantic connection with, especially if they have the type of friendship where one of them uses playful nicknames on the other, but he can't help it. All his life he's been a rather jealous man, unable to calm the burning and tightness in his chest when watching someone else with something he wanted, but he's always fought against it. Jealousy is not a pleasant emotion, it's not a respectable response, it embarrasses him that he experiences it, and he's had excellent practice when it comes to hiding it.
That doesn't mean he's stopped feeling it.
There's a moment when he thinks he might laugh again, mostly at the idea that Reid has no idea why someone might refer to him as Pretty Boy, but he realizes a second later that Reid really doesn't know. He doesn't know how people look at him, he really doesn't see himself the way others do and Luke knows that's true of most people, but when he looks at Reid, he completely understands the origin of the nickname. There's a slight flush lighting up the sharp edges of his cheekbones and from this angle, looking at his profile, the strong line of his jaw is especially apparent.
He's more than simply pretty, but Luke thinks about it for even a second and he finds his mouth has gone dry. What he wants is to ask more about Reid's team, hear more about these people who would have been as close to him as family, but for a second he can't quite speak and he wishes he had grabbed himself a glass of water while they had been in the kitchen.
Glancing down at his knees, he clears his throat, then looks back up again and smiles. "Well, you spent more time with them than anyone," he says. "It makes sense that you would miss them and everything they do that's familiar. Once Clary found out I was a werewolf, she told me to feel free to hang my head out the car window if I wanted. At the time I felt like throttling her, but I can't deny it was pretty funny and I miss all the inevitable werewolf jokes she and Simon would have made."