That really opened Eddy up, and Luke was so thrilled-- he sat listening, utterly rapt with awe and admiration as Eddy regaled him with stories of his grandma, his 'mimaw'.  She had been a force, a whirlwind of a woman; she had done so much, dared to be who she was in a time that did not allow it...<br/><br/>It was fantastic to see Eddy so involved, and Luke grinned when he got up and started playing some music; it set the tone, rolling in the air and adding a layer of magic, as cheesy as that sounded.  Then Eddy sat next to him, finally closing some of that distance, and they shared the food and conversation until Eddy caught up with himself and apologized.<br/><br/>Luke shook his head fervently, eyes wide and practically sparkling.  "No; it's ok!  I'd love to hear as much as you want to share.  She sounds like she was an incredible woman..."  Luke could imagine how she might have been, so fierce and full of life, so restless whenever circumstances boxed her in.  She was not made for the mundane.<br/><br/>"I think she and my mom might've gotten along well," Luke murmured, wondering to himself.  It was hard to open that wound, to look back into his life with his parents, but somehow it wasn't so hard sharing with Eddy.  "My mom was born in the early 70's; she wasn't around for all the different freedom movements and revolutions, but she always said she had a connection; she'd collect copies of feminist art and propoganda prints, whatever she could find in thrift stores, wherever..."<br/><br/>The woman had crammed their tiny house full, art on every wall and books shoved in every available space.  There had even been books in the kitchen, tucked in the tall upper cabinets they never used for anything else.  It had been wonderful, growing up listening to her talk about rights and ideals and how the world could be; it made such a picture... But it also hurt, because her beautiful image of the world was cruely twisted in reality.<br/><br/>"She and Dad built up their little record collection over years; they had them set up in the living room, under the window.  Just a really old system, nothing fancy, but it worked."  Luke leaned his head on Eddy's shoulder, just gently resting it there, and kept patting Your Majesty until she began to pur.  "Sounded a lot like this..."  The crackles and pops of the music made him smile, even as his throat tightened.  It had been nearly 8 years, but the loss still hurt so much.  Always would.