Eddy's every touch against his skin made him want to melt, just collapse into a soppy, sentimental puddle, but Luke held onto his resolve, what little he had left... and thankfully Eddy agreed.  Yes, he should get dressed, and yes, he should leave.<br/><br/>It still hurt, feeling the man pull away, cool air rushing over where his fingers had just been, the heat of his body disappearing as he stepped back.  Luke gave him a half-smile, a bittersweet look, then slipped by silently.<br/><br/>He padded quietly to the bedroom, where he stripped off the borrowed items (they smelled like Eddy, smelled so nice), leaving them laying neatly on the bed, before dressing in his own clothes.  When Luke reappeared, he picked up the sweater he'd left on the couch and pulled it back on.  Then he half-heartedly tried to fix a few tangled curls, giving up and leaving them untamed, and grabbed the bag Precious had left for him.<br/><br/>And then that was it-- nothing else to fidgit with, nothing else to hide behind.<br/><br/>"Well..."  There wasn't anything to say, or rather, nothing he could say that wouldn't make things more complicated.  "... Walk me to the door?"  It was almost teasing, a gentle sound to lighten the mood.