Eddy didn't answer, and then he finally laughed, as if incredulous that Luke would react in such a way.  Eddy said he could be stubborn, but so could Luke.  Things might be rocky, of course they'd have problems; that was normal.  Everyone did.  But they could fix them, move forward and make things better...  And Luke was so pleased when Eddy said ok, said he'd let this happen, whatever it was.<br/><br/>Better to let a seed grow in hopes of it becoming a flower than to call it a weed and cut it down.<br/><br/>"Hm..."  There were lots of things Luke could ask: he could ask about Eddy's career, ask him questions about his art and his talents and his unfortunate 'retirement'... He could ask about Eddy's past, all the years before they'd met.  He could ask all kinds of things, but none felt appropriate; those were questions that would poke and prod at issues Luke didn't want to disturb.  He didn't want to hurt Eddy, make him defensive or regret opening up at all.  So he didn't ask those.<br/><br/>"What kind of music do you like?"  A simple question, a question for Eddy, not Edwin.  Edwin was someone Luke didn't know; Eddy was who he<i>wanted</i>to know.