There was a split hesitancy before Eddy responded, making Luke worry that perhaps he'd said the wrong thing, hit a nerve he hadn't known was there... But the bartender thanked him, and sounded like he meant it, and Luke felt a small smile bloom on his face.<br/><br/>Eddy's comment made him laugh, that same soft, rippling sound as before, mingling with the deeper, quieter laugh of the other.  Luke liked the combination, liked hearing the creaks in Eddy's voice...  "Yeah, seems that way for a lot of people."<br/><br/>He paused, unsure of what to say next.  Luke had stopped by because he wanted to see Eddy again, wanted to say hello, but the young man was terrible at small talk.  It didn't help that all his eyes could focus on were the myriad of tattoos-- the sword sparked a memory, they had talked about... family, that's right-- and the bartender's wild hair, the loose strands shining in the low light, the craggy depths of his face and the scratchy beard... The glasses were unexpected, but Luke liked those too, the way they sat on Eddy's nose and drew attention to his eyes.  Pretty eyes, full of a million different experiences, some good and some bad.<br/><br/>"... Luke.  My name's Luke.  I don't think I introduced myself, last time."  Last time he'd wandered in only to get hammered.  This time... well, Luke didn't know what he was doing, but he was there.  "You're Eddy, I'm gonna guess.  Right?"  The smile was back, just a little one, as the boy stared up at the other and then offered his hand to shake.  Thin, fingers slightly spread, Eddy's hand would bury his in an instant.<br/><br/>"I'm not here to get plastered this time; I'm just... I was just taking a shortcut and saw the light on."  A lame, lame reason, but it's all he had.