While they've really only met the one time, there's something about the way Ron's shoulders are set that draws Luke over to the table where he's sitting. He's been in Darrow for nearly a month now and while he's spent some of his time trying to figure out a way to get home, the truth is that Luke hasn't been trying nearly as hard as he thinks he should be. He misses Clary so much it makes his stomach ache, but being away from Jocelyn, being away from New York, being away from the fight... it's all rather nice in a way. He hates himself a little for thinking that way about Jocelyn, but it's not so difficult to go home anymore and not see that familiar flash of red hair.

His heart feels a little less heavy these days.

"Ron?" he asks, pausing beside his table. "Is everything alright?"