“i thought that’s what you wanted.” for this first sentence thingy. ❤️
“I thought that’s what you wanted.”
Eddie’s voice is quiet and he’s not looking at Buck. It makes Buck’s insides twist into knots—Eddie always—almost always—looks at him when it matters, so he doesn’t understand why he wouldn’t now.
“Why would I want that?” Buck replies, raking a hand through his hair in frustration. “Why would I want my best friend to avoid me? To not tell me when he’s struggling? The only thing I’ve wanted since you got shot was to be here for you—why won’t you let me?”
“I assumed it would make things easier, okay?” Eddie shoots back. He’s still not looking at him.
“For who? For me?”
“For you, for Taylor, for—” Eddie’s throat works as he swallows hard. His voice gets even quieter when he finishes the sentence. “—for me.”
There’s something not clicking, something that Buck feels like he just can’t reach. He’s missing a puzzle piece, a clue—he feels like he’s almost there but took a wrong step somewhere so he’s ever so slightly off the path.
“Why…would avoiding me make things easier?”
Eddie blows out a breath. “Buck—come on. You have to know.”
