The woman was silent, and Luke could feel his stomach tying itself into a knot; it only increased as she started to ask for clarification, thinking she was going to start shouting, or try and run him out of the house...<br/><br/>But she didn't.  A smile slowly spread on her face, and her question made Luke blink.  Now he was less nervous and more just confused.  She was... happy?<br/><br/><i>Eddy fucks?</i>Yes, amazingly.  Luke bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying anything he shouldn't, just awkwardly nodding his head as the woman continued.  She looked so pleased, laughing and so excited.  Luke knew he must have looked lost, watching her celebrate and having no clue why.<br/><br/>Then she held out her hand, and Luke took it, his politeness an automatic reflex as he gave her a cautious, crooked smile.  "Uh, same.  Nice to meet you too, Precious."  She was pretty, reflected her name well, tiny and petite and full of color.  Luke liked her hair a lot.  A CNA... He had to think, but he thought that was a type of nurse.  Maybe Eddy's arthritis, or something else...?  Again, not his business, so he pushed the thought aside.<br/><br/>"I'm Luke.  Like I already said," he added clumsily; he was unprepared for conversation, not sure of what to say.  The young man let go of Precious's hand and glanced at the half-finished breakfast, then motioned at it questioningly.  "Would you... like some, when it's ready?  I, I would've asked if Eddy minded, but he's out cold.  I didn't think it'd be an issue, and there's plenty..."