Eddy didn't snatch up the pencil, instead leaving it where it rolled and bounced to; Luke recognized it wasn't a normal one, made to accommodate, which didn't bother him... but the bartender didn't seem to be pleased with it.  Regardless, the results were worth paying attention to.  Luke's eyes were drawn between Eddy and the drawing, nodding a bit as the man spoke.<br/><br/>"You're really good," Luke said, the praise meant genuinely.  He wasn't just saying it to be polite; the truth was visible in his gaze, earnest and honest, and his words were laced with appreciation.  Eddy had a lot of talent, showing through just in that one drawing.<br/><br/>"Do you normally draw skeletons and dead stuff, or have you just had a crappy day?"  It was hard to draw pretty things when you felt like shit-- Luke knew that for sure.  He leaned into the counter, his chin resting on one palm, and glanced at Eddy sideways.  Almost playful, almost cheeky, but within boundaries for two acquaintances.  They weren't totally strangers anymore.<br/><br/>"I told you about my crappy day... Want to tell me about yours..?"  Luke remembered enough to know he'd blabbed about losing his job; what else he'd said was still hazy, but Eddy seemed ok with him being there, so it must not have been too bad or annoying.<br/><br/>He was dressed differently, a dark red sweater this time, still worn but not as frayed at the edges.  The sleeves were long, pulled out of shape by the young man yanking on them with his fingers to half cover his hands.  Luke's hair was dry today, showing a bit more wave and bounce to the dark mess, the lamplight shining against the choppy tresses.  His exes had all liked his hair, and Luke tried to take care of it.