A faintly awkward laugh was his only response- and, oh, that was not even the extent of it.

Luke was giving a somewhat sheepish smile at both of the acceptances of his thanks. The smirk was met with a faint scratching of the back of his head, too. Glancing outside, Luke saw the darkness. His body outright tensed with the now-somewhat-ingrained desire to jump into defending itself. Then, as he reminded himself he was no longer there, he held a blink and exhaled.

Glancing towards Gaara as he started that way, Luke slowly started that way, as well, "No problem. Take care, alright?"