[Potironette]

Luck cupped his hands around Rune's. "Alright. Good," he breathed. Then he frowned, he disliked this weak side to himself. This uncertainty. This insecurity--and that boy, Rune, was getting him there. He saw in Rune the quiet things he refused to feel.

He fingered the earlobe he had pinched earlier and dropped himself lower to whisper in that ear, "Alright, you'd better," his manner growing threatening.