Eddy started, looking up at Luke with wide eyes, and his drink was overturned; it spilled out over the counter, making Eddy cuss.  His tablet (Luke could see it was a tablet now that he was closer) was snatched up and saved, with the man juggling where to put it, finding something to clean the mess, and staring at his sudden, unexpected visitor.<br/><br/>It all happened in moments, and by the time Luke could move, Eddy was already in motion.  "Oh, I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to startle you!"  Luke gave him an apologetic look, raindrop eyes big and face full of empathetic cringing.  "I, uh, I guess I should've knocked first..."  With the fan on so loud, it was obvious Eddy hadn't heard him come in, had been surprised into spilling his drink and making a mess.<br/><br/>He approached the bar, torn between wanting to help and worried he'd get in the way.  It looked like Eddy had things at least kind of under control...  The man looked at him like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.  Luke hoped it was a good disbelief.  He smiled awkwardly at Eddy's sputtering, feeling much the same-- neither of them were particularly eloquent right then, and that was ok.<br/><br/>"Hi," he echoed, voice soft and shy as his hands came up to rest on the lip of the bar, light and tentative.  It felt strange, not bad just a shock for both of them, to be face to face again.  Luke was struck by Eddy all over, taking in the pulled-back hair, the shine of sweat (it was so horrid and humid even so late), the colorful display of his tattoos on muscled arms...<br/><br/>"... Having a quiet night...?"  He didn't know what to say, where to start, so he just opened his mouth and let the words fall free as he gazed at Eddy with that soft modesty he'd had the last time he'd been in.