the idea that we are gradually building toward eddie having a slow but explicit feelings realization first fills me with such unbridled glee because itās such the opposite of buckās chaotic, denial and sublimation fueled coming-out? just eddie on this slow steady journey towards the event horizon where the accumulation of years of friendship and little intimacies and grand gestures build up until itās right in front of him and he canāt ignore it anymore. and oh. itās buck. of course itās buck. the same buck who saved his son. the same buck that patched his walls. the same buck who gave up his home so eddie could bring his son back to it. eddie knows what itās like to be hit by a truck now, and itās not like that. itās like opening his eyes in the morning daylight and realizing his whole world is right there, just sitting in armās reach the entire time



















