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Now that a certain boyfriend was on the mend, Lucas was taking more time to get back into some form of routine: visiting Maeve, going to the gym, meandering Ashdown to familiarize himself with the places he'd previously looked over, noting the rifts in transit. If he ended up in the Otherworld, he wanted to know where he was and not be entirely a** backwards and lost, which would only come from knowing the place better. It was a strange and new way to look at his life, but he had a responsibility and he was taking it seriously.

That, and he really wanted to get something nice for Thorne.

He paused in passing a bakery, mostly aware of it by scent than name, glancing at the hours. Maeve had told him Thorne had an extreme sweet tooth - if this wasn't a sign, he had no idea what would be. Letting himself in, Lucas physically recoiled against the sudden assault of sugar, chocolate and sweet fruit scents that assaulted him, pale eyes a touch wide. "I think I just gained five pounds walking in, holy crap." He tugged at the low neck of his over shirt, staring in utter loss at the rows and rows of sweets, snacks and treats, overwhelmed and experiencing a sort of second-hand sugar high.

The greeting reached his ears and his brows furrowed, giving momentary pause. He knew that voice - which was odd, because he didn't actually know a whole lot of women in Ashdown. Lucas looked over to the one giving him greeting, a friendly smile halfway formed before he froze, returning the disbelieving stare of the matron of the shop.

She greeted him, and he felt like his heart was going to explode with sheer joy. "Rosie!" he cried out with surprise and happiness, both emotions playing over his face like an open book. He was still hurt but it didn't stop him from bolting across the store to the counter, vaulting over it on his prosthetic hand and immediately wrapping the woman up in a tight hug.

Yeah, that was gonna hurt like a b***h later, but he'd worry about it when it mattered. He needed to hug her and he was going to do it, damnit.

Ignoring the shrieking protest of the bandages on his chest, he laughed in an exuberant manner, beside himself that one person was okay. Even if just one, he'd ******** take it. Pulling back enough to gently hold her at arm's length, he grinned at her - no sharp teeth, no red eyes, no long ears - sheer happiness writ in every part of his expression. "You're okay! Meu Deus you're alive, you're okay! Oh thank god. Oh thank goodness, you're whole and in tact and -- probably thinking I've lost my damn marbles," his grin threatened to break into laughter, "I'm just so happy to see you! You're good? Life is good? No more weird s**t? Please say no more weird s**t."