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“Happy New Years,” his mom says while throwing him off the boat, only a bag in hand. And honestly? This tracks for Luka: the past year’s been shit.
Like, sure he’s been bumming it for a while, but kicking him out is a little extreme. He hadn’t realized that his mom’s ultimatum was an actual deadline to be out! Tough love is a bitch.
His dad hasn’t been reachable since Luka bailed on tour, but he calls up Jules and Rose and they have a couch to spare in their new flat. He picks up his bag and starts walking.