Eddy was physically relaxed but he felt something loosen in his chest when Luke said that he was alright. Wonderful in fact. That made Eddy smile and he tilted his head down to brush another kiss to the boy's skin.<br/><br/>Then Luke asked about his hands. It was the first time he's mentioned them tonight. He must have had an inkling when he saw Eddy using the rubber grip, the suspicious then confirmed when Eddy admitted he couldnt finger the boy. For the first, he was polite enough not to ask, for the second asking was hardly a priority.<br/><br/>But he asked now. It was an easy enough question, though it had sparked an irrational rage in Eddy each time he had heard it, directly proportional to how gently it was spoken. Usually it came from people who knew Eddy's condition already, his doctor, his ex-assistant, his ex-agent, the few precious friends that his ex-assistant had informed (which was why he had fired her). They were all people who knew what the arthritis meant to him, people who understood what he was losing.<br/><br/>Coming from someone who didnt know, somehow that made it all right.<br/><br/>Eddy felt nothing more than uneasy resignation as he considered how to answer.<br/><br/>"M'fine," he said, and lifted a hand out of the water as if to prove it. He held it in front of Luke and slowly straightened out his fingers. Kt was somewhat of an effort, the joints were obviously swollen, but he managed to move them.<br/><br/>"Early onset arthritis...." he sighed, voice tinged with hidden contempt.