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“Where’s Christopher?” The question ripped out of him before he could think. “Is he okay? Did I – did I lose him?”
Buck’s face fell. “Chris is fine. He’s in Texas, remember? With your parents.”
Texas. Eddie’s mind snagged on that. It didn’t feel right. Not at all. “No,” he muttered, shaking his head despite the rip of pain it caused. “No, that’s- that’s not right. We came here from Texas years ago. He came with me. We’re here now. He’s here.” He tried to sit up, but the effort sent his body crashing back against the pillow.
“Eddie, stop.” Buck’s voice turned firm, but not angry. Just scared. “Chris isn’t here, but he is okay. He’s not lost. You’re here with me. Chris is in Texas. He’s safe, I swear.”
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The fallout from a major head injury blurs the lines between Eddie’s past and present, forcing him and Buck to confront an uncertain future together.
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20 Jun 2026
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Eddie catches that redeye flight back to El Paso and returns to life in Texas with Christopher, and everything is as it should be. It's different and juggling Christopher, basic training, his grief is hard, and adapting to living with his parents right there to question his every move is complicated, but here with Christopher is where he's meant to be. Right? But when Eddie gets a postcard in the mail from one Evan "Buck" Buckley, suddenly he's reminded that maybe everything isn't as fine as it seems and that everything important isn't just here in Texas.
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19 Jun 2026
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You're the guy who showed up," Eddie said firmly. "The guy who said yes when he needed someone. That's what matters, Buck. The rest? We'll figure it out. All of us."
From the living room came the sound of Chris's voice, patient and warm, explaining something about pigeons. Theo's small laugh—tentative, fragile, but real—drifted back to them.
"Chris is so good with him," Buck said.
"Chris learned from the best." Eddie's hand found Buck's shoulder, squeezing. "You've been showing him how to be patient and kind and present for eight years. Now he gets to pay it forward."
Buck nodded, not trusting his voice. Eddie's hand was still on his shoulder, warm and steady, and Buck let himself lean into that certainty. Into the promise of *we* instead of *I*.
Or Buck fosters Theo and he and Eddie basically co parent together and discover how in love they are.
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18 Jun 2026
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Two hours later, Buck is out of coloring books and stickers, and Theo has not stopped using him as a runway for the robot toy to launch off. There are toys strewn across the living room and the kitchen, and now Theo is climbing on Buck like he’s a jungle gym. The toddler squeals with delight, one arm draped over Buck’s shoulder as he plasters himself to the man’s back, toy whooshing through his curls and into the air.
“Theo, why don’t we sit down and watch a movie?” Buck offers, watching the toy as it sails through the air and falls to the floor just in front of the TV.
“I wanna play,” Theo insists, wrapping his arms around Buck’s neck and squeezing.
“Theo, buddy, that’s too tight,” Buck gets out, gently—but firmly—prying the boy’s arms apart so he’s no longer being choked by a four-year-old. “Gentle hands, okay?”
“What’re gentle hands?”
or, buck tries to placate theo with a movie. things don't go as planned. eddie comes to the rescue.
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18 Jun 2026
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From: [email protected]
Subject: Hi
Hi Eddie,
That seems almost too informal to capture the complicated mess of emotions involved in starting this email. How do you say hello to your (former?) best friend of 7 years who fundamentally changed you after almost 5 years of silence? I definitely don't know. So I'll start with hi. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let the silence stretch out. I'm sorry I let the gap between us widen. I'm sorry I let time slip by. It was days before I realized I hadn't replied your texts or answered your calls. And I let it turn into weeks, months, years. I don't want the silence to have lasted longer than our friendship.
Or; 5 years after Eddie leaves LA again for El Paso, 5 years after he and Buck stop talking, Buck decides to send an email. (A story told through email correspondence)
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18 Jun 2026