Eddy internally cringed as that look came over Luke's face. He knew that look intimately, had seen it in the face of every person who realized who he was. The fascination sparking in their eyes, that slightly disturbing overexcited smile, that hungry lean forward as they prepared to ask their bursting questions.<br/><br/>People get so weird when they meet someone "famous", not that Eddy was ever recognized by sight alone. But when they knew, it was always an impromptu interview, a sudden chance for a debate or asking for some sage wisdom as if he knew the secret to becoming a successful artist, as if he was some kind of authority on shit. Eddy just made stuff and people paid him for it, it was hardly more complicated than that, but no one ever liked that answer. They always wanted more, as if he owed them something.<br/><br/>Eddy's stomach twisted as he waited for Luke to start in, to get starstuck and fanboyish and obsessive, but he didnt. Instead he smiled awkwardly and made a joke. An innocent, endearing, clumsy little joke and Eddy had never wanted to kiss him more than in that moment.<br/><br/>He huffed a incredulous laugh, his throat so tight with sudden relief that his voice cracked.<br/><br/>"Eddy's fine, please just call me Eddy," he said, feeling intensely grateful over such a small thing, but it meant something to him, Luke's under-reaction, "I'm sorry I didnt tell you before. I'm kind of... in hiding."<br/><br/>Luke could probably make some serious coin if he went to the papers about this. No one knew where he had gone, he had just stopped showing up, stopped producing work, fell completely off the radar. The art world didnt know about his medical conditions or forced retirement, most thought he was dead. It would be quite a payday if Luke revealed all this to the wrong people.<br/><br/>Eddy didnt think Luke would, at least he hoped he wouldn't. That was the risk he had to take if he was going to start something real with the boy. So far it was looking promising.