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“I don’t think I like heterosexual Captain Holt.”
And maybe it’s the seriousness in Evan’s tone despite the ridiculousness of his statement.
Maybe it’s the simplicity of them, here, cuddled up on Tommy’s couch and watching Brooklyn 99.
Maybe it’s just Evan’s smile.
Maybe it’s just Evan.
The thing is, Tommy leans in and presses a long kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead.
“And what was that for?”
Tommy smiles, “No reason other than the fact that I love you.”
And even though they’ve been dating for four months by now, Evan flushes .
Tommy smiles, pulling Evan closer despite them being pressed against one another.
“So, you free on Sunday?”
Just like that, the smile falls off of Evan’s face.
“Evan? Everything okay?”
His boyfriend nods, “Uh- yeah, yeah, everything’s good.”
And now, Tommy won’t say he knows Evan as well as others, like maybe Eddie or Maddie, but he likes to think he knows his boyfriend pretty well.
So no, everything is not good.
“Evan. Come on, talk to me babe.”
“I uh…family dinner. At Bobby and Athena’s.”
Which still doesn’t explain why Evan reacted the way he did, because Bobby and Athena invite Evan for family dinner every two weeks, and Tommy still remembers how happy Evan had been last time because May was there as well.
“Okay?”
Evan’s stiff as a board in his arms, and he must have realized it because he takes in a deep breath before blurting out, “Bobbyaskedmetoinviteyousodoyouwanttocome?”
And now, Tommy is used to listening to Evan ramble on and on about his latest hyperfixation -the reason they’re watching Brooklyn 99 in the first place is because of one Rosa Diaz from Evan’s deep dive into bisexual characters in TV shows-, so he prides himself in being able to understand Evan even when he talks fast.
But now?
“Evan, honey, can you repeat that?”
“I uh…” Evan wets his lips, avoiding eye contact, and Tommy waits.
“Bobby. He uh- He asked me to invite you. To family dinner. So…do you want to come?”
Oh.
Dinner with the parents.
Okay.
Yeah, Tommy can do that, no problem.
He’s been at Maddie’s so many times by now, even without Evan.
He’s fine.
…except him and Bobby still haven’t had the talk.
And Tommy had thought that Athena would be the worst one, but with how long Bobby’s dragging this on?
And Tommy knows that it’s coming.
Still, this is obviously important to Evan.
That, and Tommy’s pretty sure he would fly into a hurricane if Evan asked him to.
…oh damn he’d already done that, huh.
“Yeah, of course. If that’s what you want.”
Evan simply smiles. “Thank you.”
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Tommy genuinely thought he wouldn't see Bobby Nash until Sunday evening.
He’d even started psyching himself up, getting mentally ready for the inevitable speech and subsequent veiled -or maybe not so veiled given Athena’s case- threat.
Yet here he is, running into a hospital room, his boyfriend lying in bed and Bobby sitting in a chair right next to him.
“Bobby. I got here as fast as I could, what happened? Is Evan ok?”
The captain sighs, “He’s sleeping now. As for what happened…we were on a call. And this guy, he had a gun, and threatened anyone who came close. Before the police could get to him, he managed to make a shot. He got Buck in the arm.”
And oh, this is both so much worse and so much better than he could have imagined.
Actually, given Evan’s track record -which peaks at clinically dead for three minutes and seventeen seconds after being struck by lighting- a gunshot wound at the arm is pretty tame.
With a sigh, he lets himself drop down to sit in the chair next to Bobby, “And the damage?”
Bobby chuckles at that, “He got lucky. It didn’t hit anything major. I swear, this kid has both the worst and best luck.”
And Tommy can’t help but laugh too, because isn’t that true.
“Tell me about it.”
They fall silent, both watching Evan’s chest rise and fall, grateful for every single breath he takes, and-
God, if the idea of Evan having died scares him, he can’t imagine what it must’ve been like for Bobby.
“Where are the others?”
Bobby sighs, “Chim went home so that he can watch Jee and Maddie can stay here. Hen just dragged Eddie down to the cafeteria. Athena went back to the police station.”
And oh boy, that guy really chose the wrong firefighter to shoot.
Bobby reaches out, holding Evan’s hand gently in his own, and Tommy can’t help but compare it to the coldness of Philip Buckley.
“You know, I planned on giving you a big talk on Sunday. About how much Buck means to me and what will happen if you ever hurt him. I know pretty much the entire 118 and Athena did, and I’m sure Maddie made it clear as well, but I wanted to say my own piece too. But…seeing you come in here, rushing to be by his side, I don’t think I need to.”
Tommy looks at Bobby, careful with his words, “Why is that?”
“The way you looked. The panic in your eyes when you walked in. The way you immediately relaxed when you saw his chest rise and fall, only to panic again when you noticed he was unconscious. The way you only relaxed when I assured you he’d be fine.”
Bobby’s eyes linger on Evan, who’s still resting, his face a little pale and his hair all curled up, but thankfully alive.
“That’s what I want for him. Someone that cares. Because it’s what he deserves. More than anything. To have somewhere he belongs, and to have someone to remind him that he does belong.”
Tommy has no idea how to answer that.
Because all these people, who have known Evan for years and are his chosen family, that have seen him at his worst and helped him through it, they all believe that he’s good for him.
“So thank you, Tommy.”
“Thank you , Bobby. For loving Evan as much as you do.”