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“But then, Ravi, he said the most insane shit to me the next morning,” Buck says, his scowl becoming more pronounced. “Like it actually really pissed me off.”
And — despite himself — Ravi’s intrigued. It’s not his fault, he just likes gossip. “What did he say?” Ravi asks, finally looking away from the hose.
Buck blinks at him for a moment and the nail picking intensifies. Ravi has a bad feeling about this.
“He thinks Eddie was his competition,” Buck finally says. “Like I’m in love with Eddie, or something. Isn’t that crazy?”
Oh. Oh, this is really bad actually.
Or: Ravi has to deal with Buck spiralling about being in love with Eddie. He’s mainly just worried if he’s going to survive his next shift.
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05 Jul 2026
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“You missed some,” Eddie said.
Buck let out a breath that was almost a laugh.
“Did I?”
“Yeah.”
“Where?”
Eddie held up his hand.
Buck looked at the frosting on Eddie’s knuckle.
His eyes stayed there a second longer than they needed to.
Then he stepped closer, his hip almost brushing Eddie’s knee.
“Here?” Buck asked.
His voice had gone softer.
Eddie nodded once.
Buck caught Eddie’s wrist again.
This time, Eddie noticed the way Buck held him. Thumb against his pulse. Fingers loose, like Eddie could pull away if he wanted to.
He did not want to.
Buck bent his head and put his mouth to Eddie’s knuckle.
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05 Jul 2026
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“Am I really so awful to you?” Buck hates how fragile his voice comes out. This wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to fall apart today, but here he is. The grand court jester, riding his unicycle on the tight rope of death and hoping it doesn't hurt too bad when it kills him.
Eddie turns to him, his eyes a storm that Buck can't look away from if he tried, “Awful? Buck you would ruin me–”
The bells ring, effectively cutting Eddie off from whatever scathing remark he had planned to sear into Buck's soul like a hot brand.
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Or: a hypothetical conversation leads to some realizations
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03 Jul 2026
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Mi media naranja. Half an orange, right? Like—two sides of the same coin, or something. A complementary coupla guys. A little silly, maybe, referring to a grown adult as a piece of fruit, but the sentiment is sweet enough.
“Hey,” Buck asks the girl beside him. “Um, Alba. She called Rosie ‘mi media naranja’. Like—half an orange? Is that a common saying in Mexico?”
“Oh, sure,” she nods. “It’s a pretty normal term of endearment. Cheesy as hell, but, well.” She gestures at where Eddie and the two women are sitting. Alba’s holding Rosie’s hand now. “When you’ve known each other that long and fit together that well… it’s just sweet.”
My most best friend. That’s what Alba said. That’s—well, that’s who Eddie is to him, essentially. And if what Eddie’s missing is a little affection in a language that feels like home, well. Buck can give that to him.
or, buck notices the lack of spanish terms of endearment in eddie’s life since his abuela died. so, he’s armed with what he’s been reliably informed is a totally normal thing to call your buddy. Operation Make My Best Friend Feel Cherished, as he’s named it on a trial basis in the privacy of his own head, is a-go
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02 Jul 2026
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“There’s no way you want me as much as I want you.”
Eddie scoffs. “Try me.”
“I want to, like, hold onto your ankles and never let go.”
Without missing a beat, Eddie offers: “I want to handcuff myself to you so that you can never go anywhere without me.”
Or, Buck worries about wanting too much. Eddie literally and metaphorically scoffs in his face.
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01 Jul 2026