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Whatever Lukas had brewing had Wyatt curious, but also rather amused. So of course he had gotten up bright and early that morning to prepare them a to-go breakfast of sausage egg and cheese breakfast burritos and a thermos of coffee, doctored to each's preference. A funny thing that Wyatt knew just how Lukas liked his, despite only just becoming an official 'thing.'

Wyatt still made a bit of a show about being fake-annoyed at Lukas' more amorous antics while also indulging them at the same time, because that was their little game, and it would be a shame to end it now. The only difference was that Wyatt now enacted his own playful kind of revenge, most often in trying to see how red he could make Lukas' face go. Their more open and flagrant flirting had, indeed, garnered much talk and excitement through the camp, and their 'children' gossiped excitedly, made their bets, and ponied up to bets that had already been made. And Wyatt had maybe caught what a few were saying, and kept that knowledge in his back pocket so to speak as ammunition for making Lukas blush, because oh how he loved to do that...

Wyatt was wrapping the second, and last, of the burritos in its aluminum wrapper when a knock came at his door. An amused smile and a chuff of air followed as Wyatt called back;

"Just wrapped up-" Pun intended, although Lukas would never know that it was a pun.

With burritos in one hand and thermoses tucked in to his arm, he reached for the door, pulling it open to see his exuberant partner.

The morning chill hit him, and he was glad for his jacket - a western style denim jacket with a sherpa-like material lining it. It was thrown over a flannel button up which was paired with some nondescript jeans and the only pair of decent boots Wyatt owned. Wyatt's necklace that he had been given just before leaving the ranch in Colorado peeked out from his shirt, resting softly against his collar bone and catching the morning light that filtered in the door around Lukas.

However the chill of the morning air was nothing next to the emotional warmth he'd felt these past few days. Wyatt got up on his toes and planted a brief but firm kiss on Lukas' lips before pressing a warm thermos against his partner's chest.

"I made breakfast."

"With enough of my food, you'll never consider fast food an option again~' Wyatt said, brimming with confidence in his culinary capabilities.

He followed Lukas to the truck, which by now Lukas had probably driven more than he had, and buckled in, handing Lukas a burrito once they were both settled.

"Knowing you, I guessed it would be something outdoors," Wyatt said with a teasing tone, unwrapping his burrito.

Not that he minded. So long as it wasn't some sort of sport or Cosmos forbid, golf, he didn't mind. After all, he had never been much of a team player, and his own physical capabilities had never leaned towards jock. Honestly, he had too many brain cells for that. Along with a propensity to avoid concussions, if he could.

"You do have me curious, but~ I'll let myself be surprised."

"Hmmm," Wyatt began in a faux-thoughful tone, denoting that what he was about to follow up with was a joke, "Let's see~ You enjoyed renovating the tower with me and helping me build a porch so much that you decided to take up house flipping and now you're using me as physical labor and calling it a date."

He looked over at Lukas with the know-it-all teasing smile.

On a more serious note, it wasn't all together something Wyatt hadn't considered, although not quite house-fliping, but rather something else. He had seen how tiny homes were becoming thing, especially those made out of containers - some just big enough to fit in a parking spot, some bigger. Wyatt had the barest beginnings of an idea that such a thing would be great for the newly purified to have a temporary place to stay. Or heck, maybe even those who were seriously considering it and needing a place to get their s**t together.... He had nothing solid in mind. Again, it was just the barest beginning of an idea, but renting out a bunch of tiny homes wouldn't have been his wildest idea.

"Now you know full well I held my own with your tower, my porch, that outdoor theater~ ...but if you insist.... I am better at the planning and logistics anyway." Wyatt responded in the same playful tone as before.

"Hmmm, I guess math camp is out of the question," another tease. Although he was a numbers guy, it wasn't exactly something he'd see Lukas subjecting himself to, even if it were on a date for his sake. For that matter, game night at the local diner was out.

"Whatever it is," Wyatt began, reaching an arm out behind Lukas and lightly began flipping that mahogany ponytail to and fro like it were a toy, and he was beckoning a cat to come play, "-I'm sure you've put a lot of heart in to it."

After all, Lukas was that starry-eyed romantic type, it seemed to Wyatt, despite what he'd experienced before. It was admirable and sweet, he'd give it that much, even if he made a show of faux exasperation. It also made Wyatt more determined to do right and good by Lukas. For Lukas. For them. Without even noticing it, Lukas had managed to wrap Wyatt around his finger - he could have asked just about anything of Wyatt and he'd all but move the stars and stop time just to make it so.

As they were driving up, Wyatt read the gate and there was a quickening of his heart, and he maybe had a bit of a blush. Just jaw seemed to move as if he were going to say something, before clenching tight, then loosening again as he bit his lip. Bless his tsundere little heart, expressing the excitement he felt was just not something he could allow himself to do, but despite his attempts at maintaining a cool, calm, stoic demeanor, his most minute reactions betrayed him.

He knew he had to say something. Something in typical Wyatt fashion. Something that wasn't the giddiness he felt within.

"You uh..you don't have to try so hard to get laid, you know?" Wyatt finally managed, shooting back at that stupid grin with his his own classic smirk, still with that light tinge of blush to his cheeks.

Still, that hand that had been playing with Lukas' mahogany hair took hold of his hand - only needed one to steer, right? - and squeezed, rubbing a thumb over Lukas' own.

"Well obviously not here but- Okay, racking up cuddle points then~"

Wyatt had to concede on that point. But he was at least right about one thing - Lukas' plan was a very sweet, heartfelt, one. while many would have been completely traumatized from his prior accident and vow never to ride again, or hell, never go near a horse again, Wyatt was a bit more resillient than that. Sometimes people would come to the camp and bring their horses to ride on the trails there, and Wyatt would always excitedly - or as excitedly as he allowed himself to show - go up and greet them. Them meaning the horses. The people were just a formality.

"Yes. I do like it. Quite a bit."

In the relative privacy of the vehicle Wyatt leaned a little into that delicate kiss to his head, closed his eyes and gave a soft smile.

Wyatt though to himself that luckily, as far as his prior injuries went, it was more his knee than his hips which would be seeing most of the brunt of their impending day of riding. Even then, it was nothing he wasn't absolutely fully prepared to grin and bare. He was more than confident that he could, indeed, still ride.

With a soft sigh he opened his eyes and locked them with Lukas' in a moment of silent intimacy that came with no touch, no words, just staring warmly into the portal to the soul of another. Lukas really was too good for him, but he wasn't about to to tell him that.

"Then let's not keep them waiting."