my area is suppose to get some crazy severe storms around the time the season finale airs and if our power goes out during the episode i’m going to take it as divine intervention from the universe that Bobby Nash is alive and Eddie is gay. 🙏🏼
my area is suppose to get some crazy severe storms around the time the season finale airs and if our power goes out during the episode i’m going to take it as divine intervention from the universe that Bobby Nash is alive and Eddie is gay. 🙏🏼
Is that really love? Shouldn't it be, they're at their worst, you're at your worst, you have every reason to give up, and you still decide you want to try again.
thanks to @bellabrady for providing the references on twitter
Buck’s voice is soft when he says the words into the darkness of the bedroom. He’s not even sure if Eddie’s still awake; it’s been a while since they said goodnight, after Buck managed to convince him that he didn’t actually have to crash on the couch. Not after today, not after everything.
But the bed shifts with movement, and then Eddie’s turning to face him. “Yeah.”
Buck swallows. His heart feels like lead in his chest, but that’s nothing new. “I’m glad you weren’t,” he admits after a moment, and it’s dark, but he still sees the way Eddie’s brow creases in confusion.
He doesn’t respond.
Buck continues. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if something happened to you. If you’d been in there, too. Losing you, I think I’d—” He cuts himself off with a shaky breath, tears hot at his eyes. He feels terrible even saying this; even contemplating what Eddie’s loss might mean to him, when Bobby’s the one who’s actually dead.
Buck loved Bobby, loves Bobby. The father he never had, the person who taught him what being a man meant. Life without him is something he’s still coming to terms with, still trying to comprehend. All he knows is that it’ll never be the same again.
He takes another breath, hard around the tightness of his throat.
His eyes flick over Eddie’s face. The bags under his eyes, the stubble that’s already grown back since he shaved earlier today.
“I know — I know you feel guilty about it,” he says, because even though Eddie hasn’t actually admitted as much, Buck knows him, right to his core. Knows how much he loved Bobby, too. “But selfishly, I’m glad you weren’t there.”
Eddie nods.
They’re quiet for a little while longer.
“Maddie said something to me a few days ago.”
“What was it?”
Buck clears his throat. “She said she loved me. Which isn’t — I know that, obviously. But she said — she said she should start saying it more, and I think that’s — that’s wise.” He should’ve told Bobby in the lab. Should’ve told Bobby how much he was loved, how important he was, how Buck owed so much of his life to him. He blinks, and those tears spill over now, hot on his face. Eddie shuffles closer in bed. “So, I love you. I love you, Eddie, okay? I need to say it. I need you to hear it.”
And Buck doesn’t know exactly what way he means the words, but he knows they’re true, and he knows he needs to say them. For now, that’s enough.
Eddie nods again, and his expression is raw, his eyes wet, too. “I love you, too, Buck.”
Buck sniffles, nods. Manages a smile. “I’m glad you’re here now,” he says, and maybe he means LA, or maybe he means in this house, in this bed, with Buck right now, but it doesn’t really matter.
Eddie smiles, too. Reaches out to take Buck’s hand, thumb running softly over his knuckles.
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