That was the other thing about Gabriel, he spoke with nothing but faultless logic. He was as objective as a mirror, displaying nothing but the harsh truths of what he saw before him. Always, he delivered his cutting observations in a mild voice and gentle smile.<br/><br/>Eddy wanted to refute him as he always did when confronted with no other options, but Gabriel was right. Luke, if he decided to come back, would eventually learn about Eddy's identity. Better that it came directly from Eddy rather than a news article or something, though Eddy's fame was of a particular type of obscure.<br/><br/>He was well known among the elites but basically unknown to the common person unless they had a particular interest in the fine arts. Luke had mentioned liking art but that was a vast and vague statement which could mean anything from art history to comic books and cinema. It actually wouldnt be very likely that Luke would accidentally stumble across Edwin Yeoman's work out in the world and connect it with Eddy the bartender (with a suspiciously ritzy apartment).<br/><br/>But if he came back and started asking Eddy personal questions, or take a gander at all his award placards and pictures of statue unveilings hung up on Eddy's hallway wall, or stumble through the unlocked door of Eddy's art studio....<br/><br/>Eddy had been very lucky that Luke had been too distracted to notice anything at the apartment. Precious showing up in the morning might have actually been a blessing in disguise as it didnt give them much chance to start talking.<br/><br/>The next time Luke shows up, if he shows up, there will be justifiable questions and Eddy would have to tell the truth or lie.<br/><br/>Eddy clicked his tongue and grimaced, knowing the correct course of action and wishing it was anything but. Though it might all be moot if last night was the last time Eddy would see Luke. Perhaps that was best. Leave it as a sweet memory and wistful might-have-beens. Eddy was too old and jaded for the exhausting trials of dating.<br/><br/>Still, the thought of never seeing Luke again made Eddy's stomach sink with quiet despair. He ruefully swallowed his scotch to drown out the feeling, and nearly aspirated right there at Gabriel's unexpected question. He spluttered and coughed, nasal passages burning from the alcohol, and made a mess down his front.<br/><br/>"You-you little shit!" Eddy grunted out between his coughs, but they eventually turned into incredulous, slightly pained laughter.<br/><br/>"What do you think?" He asked, pretending to be affronted despite the upturn corner of his mouth.