As soon as Luke extended his hand, he realized it might not be a good idea-- Eddy had just been working with his hands, which apparently hurt, and it might be hard to shake.  But before he could pull back or try to apologize or do anything else to make things more awkward, Eddy took his hand and shook it.<br/><br/>Luke disappeared in the man's grip, which completely engulfed his fingers; Eddy's palm was unique, rough and smooth all at once, hardened and tough from years of work.  What work?  Luke didn't know, but he could feel the tightness in Eddy's difficult grip, could only imagine the pain...<br/><br/>The comment made his heart beat more noticeably, insistent pounding against his ribs for a moment.  Eddy was happy to see him?  Thought it was good...?  Luke said nothing, just let his bright smile do the talking for him; if he spoke, he might say something wrong, say something too overly friendly.  God he was a mess.<br/><br/>The boy wanted to hold Eddy's hand longer, to try and soothe the discomfort even though he barely knew the other, but he let go when the handshake was done, letting his fingers slide away.  He watched the man get up from his seat and reach for a bottle, pouring two drinks and giving one to Luke before he could accept or refuse.<br/><br/>The boy's smile softened, and he nodded as he took the drink.  "Alright, Eddy...  Sounds good."  The bartender's name rolled off his tongue, and he let the taste of the drink imprint the sound in his throat.