Once Buck has finished rearranging the contents of Eddie's refrigerator, he turns to Tommy, proud grin in place as he raises his eyebrows and nods toward the back door.
Tommy takes the hint, and then takes Buck's hand when it's offered, and Buck's grin grows as he tugs Tommy toward the backyard.
When they step out into the yard, it's bright and noisy. There's an old boom box in the corner near the grill that's tuned to some station that sounds to be more commercials than music, and that's where Buck gravitates immediately, finding Eddie's orbit like Eddie's the sun itself.
“Eddie!” Buck calls, all giddy excitement as he drops Tommy’s hand to wave in Eddie's direction, even as he's already closing in.
For his part, Eddie grins bright, a happy “hey!” falling from his lips as he spares Buck barely a glace, little need for more greeting, as Buck approaches. Because if there's one thing Tommy’s noticed about the two of them, it's that they always know when the other's near.
⚡️ Lichtenberg figures fic
Since that first day with Christopher, when they'd broken down together, Buck had been working to reframe the scars. To find ways to make them less charged—a symbol of survival, instead of death. For himself and for Christopher.
He's spent his days researching to help the both of them understand exactly where the scars had come from and what the lightning had left behind. Spent his time with Christopher curled into his side, the two of them huddled over Buck's phone as they read together and spoke in awed whispers over new facts and stories and information that don't take away the hurt, but help remind them both that Buck's alive and safe and here.
Eddie sits close and watches.
