'cause my heart softens to your name | 3.1k
It had been a quiet shift. Minor calls and lots of downtime. That usually meant sharks circling until they caught blood in the water. And, well, Eddie had made the mistake of asking Buck if he'd taken the laundry out of the dryer before they'd left for work that morning in full earshot of the peanut gallery. Hen had snapped her book shut with a resounding snap, Chimney perked up like a meerkat, even Bobby looked up from his chopping board. Ravi, at least, had the decency to hunker down in his seat and pretend to be texting someone.
The interrogation was instant. Dizzying. Hen and Chim lobbing questions and jokes back and forth with a terrifying efficiency.
How long has it been now? Couch killing your back, Buckaroo? Is he driving you crazy yet, Diaz? Are his socks everywhere? Do you split the bills fifty-fifty? Is Christopher sleeping okay, you know, with all the snoring?
And Eddie had watched, a frown tugging at the furrow of his brow, Buck shrink further into the couch with every question. It wasn't until Bobby asked what their long term plan was that Eddie intervened.
It's been two months. We share the bed. I missed him while I was gone, it's nice having him around all the time. His socks were everywhere long before he moved in. Yes, we go halfsies on the bills. Buck's snoring is white noise now, we struggled to sleep without it in Texas.
He'd ignored Bobby's question. Couldn't touch that one. Not in front of everyone else. Not when he hadn't plucked up the courage to talk to Buck about it at home quite yet. And he would! He was working on it. Because living with Buck was... Revolutionary. Eddie couldn't fathom why they hadn't been doing this the whole time. Because home had never felt so much like home before. And he wanted it to be permanent. Not this delicate limbo everyone seemed to think they were stuck in.
Eddie wanted to carpool to work every single day, never wanted to drive his stupid fucking vomit-smelling Honda again. He wanted to divvy up the chores every Monday. Wanted to clean the dishes whilst Buck dried every night for the rest of his life. Wanted to crawl into bed beside Buck and, well, he wanted a lot more than that. He was working on that too. He just needed a little more time.
(or: eddie knows what he wants, buck doesn't, they slow dance)
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