A softness returned to Eddy's face, the crow's feet reappearing as he gave Luke a small smile, his expression gentle.  It was a lovely look, and the boy was happy to bask in it, to soak in that warmth as if it were light.<br/><br/>He heard Eddy laugh that wonderful laugh, barely used but so enjoyable to listen to, and relaxed as Eddy played along.  Good, he hadn't made things uncomfortable, hadn't pushed...<br/><br/>Luke grinned and leaned closer, pressing another, deeper kiss to Eddy's jaw, lips brushing against his beard.  "Better now...?"  He was careful not to squeeze Eddy's hand, but he did stroke it with his thumb, repetitive and slow.<br/><br/>This was a gloriously domestic situation, one Luke rarely got, and he was both pleased and puzzled Eddy was letting it happen.  He nuzzled into the man's beard, letting it rasp on his own cheek, and sighed contently in his ear.<br/><br/>"This is really nice...  Thanks.  It's a rare treat..."