Lucas paused as the older boy asked if Einar was his friend. Were they friends? Lucas thought so. He nodded slowly, unsure still if Einar liked Lucas or if Lucas had just pestered the other boy into accepting his presence. Lucas just knew that his life had been a lot calmer since the last incident with Dawson, when he and Einar had seemed to accept they were friends. He shut his pencil in his notebook, deciding he could finish the drawing later, if the older boy was done it meant Einar would be done soon, too.
Lucas hesitated as the other boy pulled away. Oh, right. Most people didn't like being touched. He pulled his hand back, blushing a little bit. He opened his mouth to apologize when he heard a quick clattering of footsteps, and before he knew it he'd been pushed over, his papers flying as he toppled over the seat in front of him. He popped up quickly, looking wide-eyed up at his brother. "Hiya, Luca," Dawson grinned. "Don't you have something for me?" His brother demanded, getting awful close. Lucas swallowed nervously, digging in his pockets quickly and handing over his allowance for the week. "Sorry, Dawson," He managed quietly, wincing as his brother grabbed his hair and knocked their foreheads together. "Such a good little brother," Dawson sneered, pushing Lucas back over before bolting away.
Lucas knew why, of course. If Einar had any idea that Dawson was still after him, he would be livid. Which, of course, is why Lucas wasn't going to tell him. He sighed, untangling his limbs and starting to gather his things. "Sorry..." He apologized quietly to the older boy still nearby. "I'll go..." He spoke softly, like if he spoke too loud he might break. Lucas didn't look at the other boy as he piled his papers back into his sketchbook.