the idea of buck's love confession being the most casual thing in the world. just alluding to it in a regular conversation, because, well, he assumed eddie already knew. eddie knows him better than anyone.
"maddie already knew! christ, tommy already knew, and you—are you biting me, you freak?—you're telling me you didn't know? do you know anything about me? when's my birthday, hm? what's my—shut up, don't laugh at me—what's my blood type? fuck, eddie, you can't kiss your way out of this, that's not f—eddie."












