[Luke doesn't answer. Not with a smile or a nod or any kind of agreement.
All he does is look up at him with a deep frown. What he wants to do is take off that shirt and throw it back at him: let's see how he'd like his shirt touched and worn by a useless replica. There's even a fire in his eyes that suggests how close he is to doing so. How dare he; how dare he make Luke want to hide from the world. He has no right.
Instead, he takes in a breath, then turns and heads back to his apartment. He can get what he was coming for later. Much later, hopefully when Van is out of the vicinity.]
[action] how can muscles be fake anyway
All he does is look up at him with a deep frown. What he wants to do is take off that shirt and throw it back at him: let's see how he'd like his shirt touched and worn by a useless replica. There's even a fire in his eyes that suggests how close he is to doing so. How dare he; how dare he make Luke want to hide from the world. He has no right.
Instead, he takes in a breath, then turns and heads back to his apartment. He can get what he was coming for later. Much later, hopefully when Van is out of the vicinity.]