Luke hummed again, a little sound of wonderment in the back of his throat as he considered Eddy's answer.  He liked art... Good.  Something in common.  As Eddy steered him, pulled him a bit closer, Luke steadied himself with a quick, light touch against Eddy's side-- just a gentle brush of fingers, barely noticeable before it was gone.<br/><br/>"There's a statue.  Um, in the, in the middle of town...  Big statue, done for some celebration... Or something."  His memory was getting a little fuzzy.  "But, it's beautiful...  You, you might like it."  He grinned, awkwardly stepping over some trash, and leaned further into the bartender's embrace.  It felt nice, to be tucked under another's arm, held close...<br/><br/>"You smell really nice."  Luke was still present enough to know he might be saying the wrong things, might make Eddy uncomfortable or angry, but he still hoped perhaps the man wouldn't mind.  Surely he wouldn't hold any stupid comments against someone so wasted.