Eddy was proud of what he had accomplished but he knew it wasnt that great. Even so, Luke seemed impressed as he always did. He smiled at Luke's reaction but he couldnt quite stop the squirm of anxiety in his chest when Luke began to ask questions.<br/><br/>He might as well ease into it, now that they were talking about it. Perhaps if he was casual maybe it would soften the surprise for Luke.<br/><br/>"It's not like real sculpting, not being able to put my hands on it and feel it is kind of a head trip," Eddy explained, eyes staring at the screen to avoid glancing at Luke's face, "but the great thing about it is if I fuck up, I can just undo it with a key stroke. If I fuck up with stone I either have to plaster it, sand it down, or start allover on a new piece."<br/><br/>Externally Eddy seemed cool and casual, but inside he was a mess. It was a lucky thing that he was already covered in sweat because a fresh wave came beading up, dotting along his damp hairline. He was dreading the follow up question, knowing it was gonna happen because he opened that line of conversation himself, dropped the clue that was too juicy not to comment on.<br/><br/>He had done it, he was going to tell, all Luke had to do was keep on asking.