A bit of relief appeared, and Luke sighed.  "Ah, thanks.  Ok.  Good..."<br/><br/>Eddy approached him then, taking his time, and moved aside Luke's messy hair in a slow, languid way that made the grin on his speckled lips turn into something sweeter, more intimate.  The bigger man leaned down, and Luke shifted up to meet him; the kiss was mild, gentle, the perfect way to wake up and feel like the day was going to be everything hoped for.<br/><br/>Luke would miss this, the way it all felt so very much like it was supposed to happen, was supposed to be real...  His hands came up to Eddy's giant forearms, just to touch, his fingers hot from washing the dishes.  Then, after a few wonderful moments, the boy softly pulled away.  He stared up at Eddy, eyes warm and affectionate, but he couldn't hide the bit of sadness creeping in at the corners.<br/><br/>"I should get dressed, yeah?"  The question answered itself; Luke couldn't stay, he couldn't remain indefinitely, always on the verge of leaving but never quite making it out the door.  He and Eddy weren't together, barely knew each other...  He had to go, or things would become very muddled, very fast.<br/><br/>They could not prolong this if they wanted even a chance of the growing feelings between them to flourish.  Time to say good bye, and allow for time to also bring them back together again in the (hopefully near) future.