[ and luke never stays still. even now, he's restless. he can chase the moon for a week without a break and feel like collapsing the moment the quest is over, but hours later, he still feels that impulse to get up and run. ]

... You can lose an arm and a leg by apparating?

[ that doesn't sound very safe to luke. even though he knows hermione would be able to do so without so much as losing a hair on her head, it's concerning. maybe he shouldn't push for her to try it out by thinking about him, then. he's hardly the most stable of targets. hadn't he been out for a run earlier this morning when he should've been lounging about on his bed? he's about to pull himself up and off his couch just to pace the room to rid himself of his restless energy. ]

[ and then he remembers he had a goal for this particular thread of conversation. his tone shifts into that humourous beast it always is. ]

Mostly? Man, what a bummer. I was going to tell you what I was wearing if you thought about me constantly.