Luke...  Gabriel rolled the name around in his head, testing the taste on his tongue.  Luke, the boy who had pulled Eddy out of his shell faster than anyone else ever had.  Luke, who had Eddy sitting here, talking with an old friend and looking so conflicted.  It seemed he was quite a kid...<br/><br/>"He must be," Gabe murmured, the unusual smile still present and growing.  This was perhaps the first time he'd ever seen Eddy like this, so tentative as he spoke about Luke; it was as if he was afraid that, by talking about him, he might disappear.  It was fascinating, and Gabriel forgot about his drink, setting the glass on a small table to better settle in and focus entirely on the other.<br/><br/>"He would have to be very special, for you to talk about him to me.  To talk about him at all."  Gabriel could see there was more, buried in Eddy's dark eyes and the lines of his face.  He was torn, unsure...  Totally unlike him.<br/><br/>Gabriel's smile faded to its usual slim curve, and his already soft voice lowered, just a gentle hum in the air.  "You haven't told him, have you?  Who you are.  Who you used to be."  Of course Eddy hadn't, but Gabriel wanted to hear him say it himself, to get everything worrying him off his chest.  Gabe liked to listen to other people's lives; it kept him from thinking about his own.