[And yet again, Luke wishes Guy were here. Guy would take up all kinds of measures; steam to open up the pores, a towel to distract the feeling of being plucked, and they'd talk about everything and nothing to distract even further... No wonder the wings would settle down around him.

But he isn't here, and he can't have that luxury. Thinking on it, that's exactly what it was: a luxury. Luke hadn't even thought of it like that, and here he'd been refusing the way everyone else had been doing it.

Sort of like how he was a few days ago.

With a frown to himself, Luke leans his head down to rest his chin on his arms, which rest criss-crossed on the back of the chair.]

Fine, I'll try to keep them still, okay? If they look that messed up, then I need to figure out how to control them and not let them get like that again.