Eddy accepted the apology, calm and gracious as before, and even let Luke touch at his hands, twine them together.  Patient man, at least right now, and Luke was very glad he hadn't upset him.  Sometimes he said the wrong things, even when he was trying to help, to show he cared... and even though he barely knew Eddy, he did care, a great deal.<br/><i><br/>
I can barely feel you.</i>Sadness fell over Luke's heart, though he was determined not to let it become pity.  Pity was a hurtful thing, gave the impression that the person themselves was pitiful, and Eddy was most certainly not that.  Eddy was far, far from pitiful, about as far as it was possible to be.<br/><br/>So instead, he simply appreciated the way their hands looked together, so different and so unalike, and enjoyed the feel of Eddy's fingers, even if they couldn't hold his in return.<br/><br/>On a whim, he pulled Eddy's hand closer and pressed a soft kiss to the surface, then turned a little in Eddy's lap, just enough to plant another kiss to the man's cheek.  "Can you feel that?"  A playful grin, sweet and crooked, spread across freckled lips.<br/><br/>He would absolutely not force Eddy to talk to him about his problems; it was none of his business, and he was just a stranger anyways... If Eddy wanted to open up, Luke would readily listen, but he was happy just to be there in the moment, nothing more or less.