[ It feels like luck, having Steve stare down at him like this, even though Eddie knows fully well that this whole evening has been manufactured to place Steve in front of him, on a silver platter. He's taken by such surprise, thought for sure he wouldn't really meet the star of the evening until later, in private, and yet here he is. So naturally, every single word Eddie could have said seems to evade him.
For someone who is supposedly so good with words, Eddie feels anything but.
He does finally manage a breathy Yes and a curt nod, but only after a surreptitious nudge from Jeff to his right. Of course now that all eyes are on him, Eddie has no idea what he's supposed to do, and he feels like an idiot for the way his eyes seem glued on Steve, not on his body, but on his eyes. Like he could compose a song right here and there.
But he's not supposed to be Eddie the songwriter right now, he's supposed to be The Duke, so he waits for a cue from Steve. Yet all that while, the dumbstruck look never leaves his face. ]
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For someone who is supposedly so good with words, Eddie feels anything but.
He does finally manage a breathy Yes and a curt nod, but only after a surreptitious nudge from Jeff to his right. Of course now that all eyes are on him, Eddie has no idea what he's supposed to do, and he feels like an idiot for the way his eyes seem glued on Steve, not on his body, but on his eyes. Like he could compose a song right here and there.
But he's not supposed to be Eddie the songwriter right now, he's supposed to be The Duke, so he waits for a cue from Steve. Yet all that while, the dumbstruck look never leaves his face. ]