Lucas isn’t loud or trying to be understood by everyone. Sits back, observes, chooses people carefully. Raised by bossy sister, chaotic brother, dramatic baby sister who all think they’re oldest. Quiet, loyal, lethal with words, steady with firearm, secret loverboy with thunder phobia who lets Selena win Mario Kart even though it pains him. Stillness isn’t emptiness. It’s depth. If you get past it, you realize he’s been paying attention this whole time, noticing things you didn’t say out loud.
Spoken in measured, almost surgical phrases; observant, never rushed; chooses words like a marksman lines up a shot
Wants to become an expert with guns and get a job with them
