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He reaches forward and grabs at his friend’s cold hands. He runs his thumbs over the tops of them, and when Buck casts his gaze away, he leans down to catch it again.
“Hey,” Eddie whispers, bringing one hand up to his cheek. “Come back to me.”
After the tsunami, Buck goes home with Eddie and Christopher, and Eddie is going to make sure Buck gets the shower he needs, even if it means he needs to give it to the man himself.
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There’s about a palm’s width of distance between Eddie’s knee and Buck’s thigh, where they’re both sitting on Eddie’s couch. It would barely take any movement at all for Eddie to just nudge his leg over a little further, press their knees together and let his rest there.
or the one where frank tells eddie he should work on letting himself want things, and eddie starts by cuddling with buck
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Buck’s not really sure what to say here, so he doesn’t say anything. For a minute they stand there in total silence, the TV muted, and looking at Eddie – the defeated slump of his shoulders, the hand over his mouth, the eyes staring blankly at nothing – it’s like those modern art installations one of Buck’s exes used to take him to: Man, with broken heart.
Man, eviscerated.
Buck’s no good with people being sad around him – it always feels like his responsibility, like if they aren’t smiling it’s his fault, and this time it really is his fault, at least partially, so he offers, “You can beat me up, if it would make you feel better.”
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[OR: Buck accidentally fucks Eddie's wife.]
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