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“You want to what?”
Buck rubs the back of his neck guiltily. “I just- I just don't know who I'm supposed to be.” He explains. “You know? I tried to give Connor and Kameron their dream, I figured, why not go after mine?”
Hen crosses her arms over her chest and gives him a look. A look that hopefully makes him change his damn mind. “And what is that dream exactly?”
Buck throws his arms in the air, shrugging along with it. “I don’t know- and that’s the problem. I’m thirty years old and I don’t even own a couch-”
“Fine,” Hen grabs her keys. “Let’s go. Get your stuff.”
“What? Where are we going?”
“Couch shopping.”
buck and hen go couch shopping as he's beginning to break down.
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