"Congratulations," Eddy said earnestly. He had honestly been a little worried about Luke when he wasnt trying to forget him, afraid for his financial situation.<br/><br/>Being rich was still such a weird position for Eddy, and he often oscillated from being too forward to too stoic without any middle ground. He knew he could have helped Luke's situation, could have made phone calls to get him a job or just give him money straight out, but doing so would have made a lot of unwanted implications and power imbalances which would have seriously complicated getting into the boy's pants.<br/><br/>Eddy knew it was best that he hadnt brought it up, but it was still uncomfortable to know he could so easily change a person's life but being unable to because of social conventions. Good, then, that Luke found a job on his own merit. Even better that he had come back, not out of obligation but sheer desire to see Eddy again. Money would have only mucked it all up.<br/><br/>(There was still the issue of Eddy's identity, but he would slay that dragon when he got to it.)<br/><br/>At Luke's question, Eddy pulled the tablet over in response. On it's display there was a 3d modeling program displaying a grey, pixelated skull. The shapes were still rudimentary, strangley lumpy and yet sharp with polygonal edges.<br/><br/>"Precious got it for me, been fiddling with it a little," Eddy said with a shrug, downplaying how many hours he had worked and tutorial videos he had watched to get this far.<br/><br/>It felt like learning how to sculpt allover, except he couldnt physically touch what he was making, puppeteering the tools through digital means instead. It was fascinating, and the sensitivity on the screen was so high he barely had to touch it to register, making it a thousand times easier on his hands. He was enjoying himself even if he wasnt all that good.<br/><br/>He was creating again.