Luke was used to being shorter than a lot of the men he liked, pretty much all of them really, but Eddy was still an impressive height-- he was a big man, in stature and size, and the hand against his spine swallowed up much of his lower back.  Luke had been staring at Eddy's hands for the whole night, trying not to imagine them in various situations, but it was hard not to picture... He was lonely, he could admit that, and he was very, very drunk.<br/><br/>So when Eddy said 'nah', that made Luke's smile grow more pleased, and he let out another soft, rippling laugh, half leaned against the wall to wait for the other.  "Ohh, ok..."  It made him feel a little special, being taken care of even just a tiny bit, even if it didn't mean anything.  It was nice...  Eddy could've just let him disappear into the dark.<br/><br/>The jacket was awful, made Eddy look like a boat captain in Luke's scrambled mind, but when the two of them walked out into the alley, the subtle leather smell and the warmth that emanated from the bartender was enough to pull Luke in closer.  Eddy smelled nice, and his hand fit so perfectly....<br/><br/>"Mhmm, I rember.  Remember."  Luke glanced down the alley, trying to get his bearings, then pointed and started off, like leading a tiny parade.  The rain was mild now, just a minor sprinkle of droplets, and he didn't bother lifting his hood.  It felt good, the pitter-patter of rain, and he just hummed a melody as they walked, rhythmless and nonsensical.  Something he was making up as they went.<br/><br/>The heat from Eddy's palm melted into Luke's skin through the fabric, and he found himself wanting to reach up and touch those giant fingers... so instead, he touched the wall, feeling cold brick and mortar.  "Do you like art...?" he asked over his shoulder, casting a glance at Eddy with those grey-blue eyes reflecting the lamplight.  "I like art.  Tells stories..."