Just a little bucktommy/Buck does what's best for him/Tommy is the #1 Evan Buckley defender drabble for you on this Wednesday
[HOWIE HAN]: 1 New Message
Hey Tommy, sorry to bother you with this but any chance you've heard from Buck?
[HOWIE HAN]: 1 New Message
He told us he was still transferring and also taking a week off and now no one has heard from him in days.
Tommy looks at the text messages, coming in quick succession, and snorts harshly.
[TOMMY KINARD]
That sounds like a lot. Did you check his house?
Tommy knows they didn't check his house, because they have absolutely no clue what had been going on in Evan's life for at least a few weeks, probably closer to a month.
[HOWIE HAN]: 1 New Message
Uh. Well.
[HOWIE HAN]: 1 New Message
We kind of don't know where he moved to.
Tommy rolls his eyes, mutters "Jesus Christ, Chimney," under his breath.
[TOMMY KINARD]
You don't know where your own brother-in-law lives? Dude.
[HOWIE HAN]: 1 New Message
Come on man I just had a baby
[TOMMY KINARD]
I thought your wife had the baby
[HOWIE HAN]: 1 New Message
You're a comedian.
[TOMMY KINARD]
I'd say I'm here all week, but I'm actually on vacation.
[HOWIE HAN]: 1 New Message
Yeah, yeah, I'll take the hint and stop bothering you. Even though you have no sympathy for the fact that my wife is going to be very disappointed with me when she finds out I lost her brother and she's going to look at me in the way that makes me feel very sad and also guilty.
[TOMMY KINARD]
Well, if I see him I'll let you know. Good luck with all of that I guess.
Tommy chuckles again, the face pushed into his stomach bouncing a bit with it. Evan rolls, sleep-bright eyes blinking up at Tommy in confusion.
"Whatsit?" Evan mumbles, a hand coming up to wipe away at what is definitely drool in the corner of his mouth.
Evan had been napping with his head on Tommy's lap, spread out across the couch in the cabin they're borrowing from a friend of Tommy's for a weekend getaway. They'd spent the last three hours hiking (and maybe some of it making out against a tree) and Evan was still in a bit of a sleep deficit from trying to quickly get all of his stuff moved out of Eddie's house two days ago.
"Nothing, sweetheart," Tommy tells him warmly, his torso curling down towards Evan as he runs a hand through slightly sweaty but impossibly soft curls. "Just texting Chimney."
"Mmmok," Evan says, rolling back into Tommy's stomach and kicking a knee out to stretch farther down the couch. It accentuates his long, long legs which are currently wrapped in hiking shorts that are honestly just sinfully short and leggings; and Tommy is also maybe drooling a little. He's going to let Evan sleep for a little longer, knowing if he lets it go on too long Evan's sleep schedule will be ruined.
But also beacuase Tommy is more than happy to pick up where they left off against the tree; this time in the plush bed waiting for them, with enough time and sunlight leftover to then grill the steaks they had bought for dinner.
Tommy shakes himself out of the daydream that's going to end up disturbing the man impersonating sleeping beauty right over something that will give away exactly what's going through his head and looks at the text conversation again. He sighs. He doesn't think that Howie and the rest of the 118 deserve much right now, but he does sympathize with a woman who just had a baby and who has access to another woman who won't hesitate to launch a manhunt for his boyfriend.
He sighs and pulls up Maddie's phone number, but then thinks of something much funnier.
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