Luke's smile turned into something secretive and pleased at Eddy's gaze and his response-- yes, he was right.  If Luke did wear the apron, there was a very good chance they'd get nothing done, except for a repeat of the last time he'd worn it.  And oh.... that had been worth losing a day.  An experiment, he hadn't been sure if Precious had been serious, but thank<i>God</i>she had.<br/><br/>"True," he hummed lightly, shrugging his shoulders and placing his hands on his hips as he sighed.  "Very true...  So maybe after, then."  Eddy would deserve a reward for opening up to him like this, and Luke was more than happy to share in that reward.  He picked up on of Eddy's shirts, draped over a chair and forgotten, and slipped it on; Luke disappeared in the soft fabric, the hem resting on his upper thighs.  The boy looked over Eddy again, enjoying the view just as much as the other, then gave him an impish grin.<br/><br/>"But only if you get up.  Up!"  Luke lightly tapped Eddy's feet under the blankets, then headed out of the bedroom down the hall, laughing softly as he went.  He'd begun laughing a lot more since being with Eddy: things just felt so much better now, his heart not so heavy.