"Nah, you should see it," Eddy said quickly, cutting off the escape Luke had given him before he was tempted to consider it. He knew if he let himself, he would use Luke's overcautious nature to never show him anything, back tracking the moment Luke gave him that option. Eddy couldnt stand to be so spineless, so he cut off that route before it could even form.<br/><br/>"You've been in every room in the house except that one," Eddy said, (they've also fucked in every room of the house, even the pantry, but he wasnt going to mention that, this being a serious and emotionally charged moment), "it would be weird if you havent seen it."<br/><br/>And it would be weird for Eddy to continue to avoid it. He used to live in there. From the moment he had his coffee in hand he would stumble into his studio, half awake but so ready to work. He had loved his work space so much, loved his custom made drafting table and all the drawers where he could store his millions of specialized tools. He could make so much in there, he could fool around for hours with his crap, just tossing things together like a toddler with his first lego set. He had loved it so goddamn much...<br/><br/>Just because he couldnt do it anymore didnt mean he should stop using the room. Otherwise it was just wasted space.<br/><br/>"I want you to see it..." Eddy said softly.