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Hippo! A few more than fifteen sentences for you from "can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland":
Bounding into the room, Buck pulls Eddie in for a crushing hug, ignoring how he stands there stiffly, unsure. “Thank you for coming,” Buck says. “Sit, both of you. Dinner is almost ready.” It seems like sitting next to Tommy while Buck bustles in and out of the room, bringing out dishes of food, should be awkward given that Eddie confessed his love to Buck just a few weeks ago. But it’s not, and that throws Eddie off even more than Tommy threatening to deck him would. Buck finally sits, having set the table with enough food to feed an army, and they eat, small talk giving way to their usual banter. Conversation lulls as they finish the meal, and Buck leans back in his chair, tossing a quick look at Tommy. “Eddie,” he starts. “We wanted to talk to you about something.” Here we go, Eddie thinks. To his surprise, it’s Tommy who speaks next. “Buck told me about your feelings for him.” Eddie nods brusquely, lips pressing together and mouth twisting as he casts his eyes down. “Hey, Eds, it’s okay. No one’s mad at you,” Buck says. “I’m definitely not,” Tommy adds. “If anything, I understand. Who wouldn’t love Buck?” A blush erupts on Eddie’s face; he can feel the heat and tries to will it away. Clearing his throat, he says, “So, what? You invited me over to clear the air?” Now it’s Buck’s turn to fidget and avert his gaze. “Actually, um. I’ve been thinking an—and talking with Tommy, and Eddie? You know you mean more to me than, man, anything, right?” Eddie casts a wary look at Tommy before responding, “Of course. You, um… you already know how I feel.” “Right. So please know when I say this, there’s no pressure or expectation or anything, but I love you, too. In a romantic, non-platonic way.”