Eddy's breakfast may not have been the kind he wanted, but it looked very pretty laid out, and Luke wouldn't have minded eating like that (if he had the money to constantly buy fresh and fancy ingredients)-- he wouldn't have even minded the vitamins.  He probably didn't get enough himself.<br/><br/>"Really?" he murmured as he listened, curious.  Was Eddy really so taciturn?  He hadn't seemed so; quiet, yes, rusty at conversation, but so was Luke...  He tried not to let the information lead him to thinking that perhaps things were different, that maybe his meeting Eddy was special (it was to him, sure).  Maybe Eddy had just been feeling particularly chatty and open.<br/><br/>He answered when Precious asked-- cream and sugar, please-- and thanked her for the cup, taking it and the food to the table, carefully balanced from his shortlived experience as a waiter.  He sat down, folding one leg under the other, and sipped at the coffee.  It warmed his hands wonderfully, heat seeping into his fingers.<br/><br/>"Well, not everything I've gotten out of him has been full sentences.  And I don't really remember how talktative or not he was when I first met him; I was, uh... I was more than a little drunk."  Absolutely blasted, really.  He took another sip, and shyly smiled at Precious over the cup.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry if I startled you earlier..."