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They’re folding towels when it happens. Eddie’s ranting about how many pairs of pants Chris needs while Buck’s listens quietly. He’s frustrated, that’s obvious, “He grows like a weed, I can’t afford to buy him new pants every few months because his spine wants to expand. I can’t afford it.”
He stops folding and reaches for his best friend’s shoulder. “You don’t have to worry about it. We’ll pay for his stuff together.” Eddie turns to him, dropping the pair of pants he’s been jerking around during his rant. “We’re in this together.” Buck leans down, pressing a chaste kiss onto his lips. “I know you’re stressed, but we’ve got this.”
He nearly falls into Buck, letting the taller man take all of his weight. His fingers trail along Buck’s jaw, “Do it again.” And he does. He presses close, scooping up Eddie into his arms, and cradles his head. He pecks quickly, like a chicken plucking food from the ground. It makes Eddie chuckle.
“We’ve got this, Eds, I promise.”