Luke curved into the soft touches, arching his back against Eddy's knuckles as they bumped gently over his spine and along the line of his body.  It was always welcome, every stroke and caress, every slow slide of calloused fingertips and massive hands, even when they couldn't do much else.  The boy reveled in the sweet attention and the low gravelly sound of Eddy's voice, ready to purr with satisfaction, if only he could...<br/><br/>But then Eddy stopped, his hand going still, and Luke felt a change.  The air grew slightly brittle, faded, and there was a sensation that things were not quite right...  He looked up at the other, grey-blue eyes wide with curiosity and concern, focused on Eddy's tired face.  What had happened?  What was going through the other's head...?<br/><br/>"What's up?  Everything ok...?"  Luke's hand came back up to tap against the man's chest, over his heart in a soothing gesture, a soft rhythmic pattern as he stared intently, waiting for a response.  Eddy could choose to tell him or not, Luke would take whatever answer was offered, but he hoped Eddy might share...