Eden's stomach twists at the sound of a knock, but she finds herself grateful for the sound at the same time. It means a distraction, something to take her mind off whether she should call Luke or just go over to see him. She hasn't been home for very long, but it's been long enough she knows she has to figure this out quickly. It's been easy before. They weren't him before.

She doesn't expect it to be him now, either, when she opens the door. She certainly doesn't expect the flowers or to see him looking so put together. It's impossible to mistake him for anyone else, but it's hard to reconcile with the man she knows. She smiles, warm and surprised, and steps back to let him in. "Hi," she says. She can't stop grinning again, like when she first stepped out the door this morning, before she realized how that must have looked. For a moment, she's not sure what else to say. He looks good; he looks strange. She's still worried she fucked up and she's still happy he's here. "I... wow. Luke, what are you doing?"