Precious saw that Eddy softened almost immediately when Luke began to apologize. His big shoulders lowered and he got all sweet and stupid around the eyes. Precious had never seen that look on his face, and she watched, fascinated, as Eddy came over and pressed a kiss to Luke's forehead.<br/><br/>"You're alright, sweetheart," Eddy murmured quietly, but not quiet enough for Precious to not hear.<br/><br/>He finally sat, and only hesitated a little when he reached for his spoon. It was adapted for arthritis, the handle made out of foam rubber at a ridiculous width, more like a screw driver handle than a spoon. He hated using it.<br/><br/>There was a time when he refused to use it around Precious, so she was forced to prepare his meals and leave them in the fridge for the stubborn fuck to eat later when she wasnt around. Precious put up with that shit for a week before getting fed up. It still took a huge fight and five minutes of scowling for him to swallow his pride before picking the thing up in front of her<br/><br/>But here, Eddy was using it in front of Luke, not scowling in embarrassment or cursing, just using it like a regular fucking disabled person would. What the fuck?<br/><br/>Eddy gave her a look that clearly said 'not a fucking word'. And for once she didnt, because no matter how weird it was, it was progress and Precious was not enough of an asshole to rib Eddy about it.<br/><br/>Luke must've been one helluva lay.