Eddy refused the escape that Luke had offered, and the boy was secretly quite pleased-- it meant Eddy trusted him, meant the man felt at ease just enough to allow Luke past some of the barriers and protective shells built up over the years.  A good step for a relationship, for any kind.<br/><br/>And it was true, Luke had seen every room except that one, had been all over the apartment; there was hardly a spot in the place that he hadn't touched, hadn't been in (with or without Eddy).  He had seen the door to the studio, always closed and mysterious, and had wondered with intense curiosity about what might be behind it: half-finished statues, chisels and hammers, all the tools of the trade sitting exactly where they had been left...  It was a tantalizing image, but also a very sad one, and he had decided to never ask unless Eddy brought it up first.  Which he had.<br/><br/><i>I want you to see it. </i>Luke's smile grew at the admission, sweet and bright, and he reached up to stroke at Eddy's beard, playing with the scratchy strands between his fingers.  "Alright then..."  He leaned closer and pressed his lips to Eddy's cheek, a thankful kiss full of gratitude before nuzzling against the other's jaw, enjoying the heat and Eddy's scent.  Like spices and bourbon and oh so nice.  "How about I make some breakfast, some coffee, and then we take a look...?"