wip wednesday
tagged by @eddiediazes ! feeling very relieved to be here w u guys :)
dredged out the [redacted] fic for this one
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“You two finally snapped, huh?” comes the voice next to him, a decidedly not-Eddie voice, which makes him force his eyes open and look over as Hen settles down next to him.
“Eddie told you we fought,” Buck scoffs, rolling his head back to stare straight ahead into the parking lot, sliding the rest of the way down the wall to sit fully on the ground next to her.
“No, but you just did,” she purses her lips in a sympathetic kind of smile, “obviously I wasn’t rooting for it, but I’m not gonna lie, I’d been expecting it for a while. You two have been… tense, lately,”
That’s an understatement.
“Yeah, well…” Buck starts and immediately trails off.
They sit quietly for a while, just breathing, shoulders pressed together while the muted sounds of evening LA traffic drone on.
“If you want to talk about what happened…” Hen offers softly after a minute or so.
“I absolutely do not want to do that,” Buck says, a little hysterically. It’s not entirely his story to share. Plus, the thought of telling Hen what sparked all of this makes him flood with embarrassment. She’s like another sister to him. And to Eddie. He definitely cannot.
Hen must be able to read the tone as directed at what happened and not at her because she snorts, genuinely, and he can see her crack a smile in his periphery, “Well you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but…” she goes somber, quiet for a moment, “will you two be okay?”
Buck huffs out a breath and suddenly feels close to tears again. He tosses a pebble from the ground between them out into the still-warm asphalt of the parking lot and watches it skitter, roll, and come to a stop in the distance.
“I don’t know,” his voice cracks halfway through the admission.
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uhhhhhh… :)
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