<i>You don't have to leave</i>.  Luke stared at Eddy, pale rain-colored eyes wide with a mix of emotions: surprise, confusion, relief, and others he couldn't even begin to process just yet.  Had he heard him right?  He... could stay..?  Why would Eddy let him stay....?<br/><br/>He was quiet as the man continued, his explanation weak but just valid enough to cover up the real reason, which Luke didn't know but could suspect, could desperately hope for.  The boy pushed it away out of fear and uncertainty; Eddy couldn't possibly be offering because he cared, not like what Luke subconsciously wished for.  No, he was just a different kind of guy than he was used to, a much better one...  A gentleman, of course.  That was all.  Surely that was all.<br/><br/>So even though he knew the given reason was bogus, he latched onto it.  His legs were a bit achy, after all.  And it'd be rude to make Eddy walk him back, them both being so tired.<br/><br/>"Ok," he managed, knowing he had to response instead of just staring in silence.  "Yeah, ok.  Thanks."  Another smile, shy and flustered, and he looked away just to keep from revealing the amount of warmth flooding through his chest.  Keep it together...<br/><br/>He ran a hand through his hair, momentarily forgetting about the water as he dampened the dark curls.  "My legs do feel a little unsteady.  Stairs and crappy sidewalks are probably a bad idea."