"Hey, calm the fuck down." He thought this big bad bomber would handle his shit better but-- Well Sylar and Samuel didn't like it when he went a little off either. Luke knew there was something wrong with him. He typically embraced it. Not that he had much of a choice. It was who he was. The other options were death or committing himself.

No thanks.

"Most of that is his glasses. The rest is the can and dude? Whatever. Look. It's done. You win. Wanna grab some pizza or Taco Bell?"

Luke surprised himself at the olive branch. It had just been awhile since he had spoken to anyone like this.