“ You’ve never been married? Get right out of town. I don’t believe you. “
There could probably be an appropriately softer conversation they could be having right now, to match the town of the room. Soft music playing in the background, whole house to themselves, comfortably leaned into one another as they sway with no particular obligation to the songs that come on. It’s not often him and Buck get to hang out together unbothered.
“ Nope, not once. Never been engaged, either. Between Jack, and work, and all the shit I personally had going on, I don’t know. Never really made an effort to make the attachment. “ He doesn’t seem too bothered by that fact, either. “ I’ve never been opposed to it. I think I always kinda wanted a nice little slice of domesticity for myself, y’know? Just never seemed realistic to me. “
“ Mmh. “ That sounded a little more realistic to him. With a soft sigh, Everett moves to rest his head on Buck’s shoulder. “ Well, maybe that’s something we ought to get fixed between us someday. See just how realistic we can make it. “
“ ..... I’m not taking your last name. “ Of course, the implications of that suggestion aren’t lost on him. He feels that pang of emotion hit in his chest, but he’d much rather push it to the side for his own snide little comments instead. That’s easier to deal with - especially when he isn’t sure what those emotions are.
“ Well, as long as you take my ring in the end, I suppose we can call it a draw. “