As Eddy talked, Luke listened, letting the man's words curl in his head as the alcohol started in.  He had a lovely voice; it was tough, edged, and tired, and Luke liked the sound a great deal.  He met Eddy's gaze, taking another sip of his whiskey, and let the bartender explain.<br/><br/>Luke had watched the movie as a kid, seen it many times, and had even read the book... He knew the interview that Eddy was talking about, having seen some clips and heard the story.  But it was still touching, and Luke nodded to show he was following the conversation.  Maybe Eddy had lost someone, like Inigo Montoya, like the actor who portrayed him...<br/><br/>Ah.  The smile faded into a more solemn look, and Luke made an understanding sound in the back of his throat, a soft hum.  "Oh, I'm sorry..."  His fingertips tapped lightly against the small glass, making a tiny clink that faded in with the soccer game still going on the tv.  Eddy had lost someone, in much the same way...  Luke's sympathy was genuine; he knew what it was like, to grieve.<br/><br/>There was an old pain in the older man's voice, in his eyes, and Luke was certain there was more he wasn't sharing.  And he didn't have to, had no reason to share any more than he wanted to a complete stranger, sitting at his bar.  But still, somehow it felt kind of nice, to be sitting and talking with him, and it said more about Eddy than maybe he realized.<br/><br/>Luke smiled again, soft and warm.  "That's really sweet...  To choose something like that.  The sword means a lot..."  He hoped it didn't sound like he was getting too cozy with the other, or hitting on him.  His head was starting to feel a little fuzzy.  "And it looks cool too."  The smile flashed into a grin, then Luke finished the last remnants of his drink, before carefully pushing the glass towards Eddy-- a subtle, but not-so-subtle indication he wanted more.