“Oh,” Eddie says, “oh, you’re laughing – you’re laughing because it made me loopy.”
Buck chuckles. “You think so?”
Eddie raises his hand, wobbly again, before his finger lands on the tip of Buck’s nose. “You have a good laugh.”
“Thank you, so do you.”
Kiss him, the thought springs back up like a fucking jack in the box.
Buck shoves it back down.
Eventually, Eddie’s hand slides off and into Buck’s lap as his eyelids droop. “I like it when you laugh, and talk. I really like it when you talk. You should always talk.”
Now Buck really laughs. “I will keep that in mind, but you seem pretty chatty right now – so maybe you should keep talking.”
“About what?”
It’s dangerous, and Buck does it anyway. “What else do you like about me?”
“Oh,” Eddie says, “there’s—there’s a lot… I like how you’re so nice to Christopher, and I like how all your shirts are a little too tight. And I like how you’re bright… like the sun.” Eddie mutters, kind of to himself, before he gets his hand up again to touch the birth mark above Buck’s eye, gentle despite the fumbling. “I like this.”