Luke wasn't sure he was prepared for Andrea Martin to remind him more of a teacher than anything else. But he wasn't going to argue, gripping the edge of his chair with what is left of his idle nervousness.

The question, when it comes, seems harmless enough but as soon as Luke goes to think of an an answer, he deflates visibly. Mostly because of what came to him immediately. "Can I say never...?" It wouldn't be fair to say he looks miserable, just defeated. The face of someone who knows his limitations and accepts them as just an ordinary part of his day.

But he doesn't leave it there. Reaching up and rubbing the back of his neck, not quite looking at Andrea and not quite looking at the glass. "But... Sorry, that sounds lame. That's kind of why I'm here. To figure out how to feel like I've done my best."