[Lucas nods. That's an answer he can understand. He's quiet for a little while longer before he closes the box properly and slides it underneath his bed.

There is a bit of a glow on his face as he finally looks up at Crowe. Literally, that.]

Thanks, Crowe.

People always say it'll be alright. That's what I say whenever anyone asks me. . . . But it's nice to hear sometimes that . . . I'm not the only one who's unsure.