Eddy's apartment was a great relief, a blast of cool air as soon as they walked in; it looked exactly the same as the last time Luke was there, still luxurious in its industrial, modern aesthetic, and he still felt out of place.<br/><br/>He sat down on the couch, and Eddy's cat immediately made herself at home, kneading in his lap before settling in.  Luke patted her softly, scratched behind her ears, and watched Eddy return with a towel, dabbing at the sweat on his face and neck.  It really was horrible outside, and it didn't help if Eddy was nervous... though he didn't need to be.<br/><br/>"Uh, a little," Luke admitted when asked, "but I'll take whatever you're offering..."  He had eaten, but only enough to keep going while at work, his dinner consisting of what he hadn't finished at lunch.  A snack sounded great...<br/><br/>When Eddy came over, Luke gratefully took his share with a murmured thanks.  He sat quietly, simply looking at Eddy and absently patting Your Majesty, wondering where to begin...<br/><br/>"I'm not going to tell anyone.  Who you are, I mean."  Luke wanted Eddy to know the boy had no intention of sharing the man's identity; it was Eddy's to divulge if he so chose, and Luke was not about to break that immense trust he'd been given.  "So don't worry about that, please...  I promise."