The first time Buck and Eddie danced was about 1 year after they met.
They had gone to bars and did the head-nod-dancing but they never danced together.
It was quiet that night, Christopher had long gone to bed and they were in the kitchen cleaning up from dinner a soft country song that Eddie had on his calm down playlist. Eddie was drying the dishes and putting them up buck washing. They had both had beer neither drunk just warm with the drink and sleepiness.
Buck was finishing the last pot and Eddie had set down the plate he was washing. The silence wasnât awkward or anything. It was comfortable. Comforting in away that said âIâm hereâ
Buck was just about to say something about going to bed when the music changed and Eddie hummed and swayed to the music.
âThis is a great song, Buckâ he said eyes closed swaying to the music.
Buck was struck by how young he looks and sounds, Eddie Diaz never looks young but right then he looks every bit as young as 27 can be.
âNever heard it.â Buck said listening to the music, it was good.
âThis is the song that Shannon played on our wedding day,â he paused opening his eyes, grief and memories shinning in them, âshe wanted a first dance even if it was just us by the lake.â
Buck watched him, âyou donât normally dance to music when we listen.â
It was a statement as much as a question.
âWe did a lot of arguing then dancing in the first few months of marriage, before the army,â he smiled, âCome here.â
Buck walked closer in the dim kitchen light, âwhat are we doing?â
âWe are going to dance, Buck,â at Bucks skeptical look he pauses, âcome on I havenât danced like this in to long.â
Buck sighed, looking at Eddieâs earnest smile, âokay.â
Eddie moved Buck and hugged him, his arms around Buckâs middle.
Buck froze for a second, surprised by the warm feeling in his chest, he resolved to ignore it.
They started swaying, silent in the music. Breathing each other in.