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Buck is making dinner when he hears his phone vibrate on the counter behind him. He wipes his hands on a dishrag and turns to see who messaged him.
It’s Eddie.
wyd
Buck chuckles to himself and answers.
making dinner
you?
Maddie keeps joking about how codependent they are and asking when the wedding is, and Buck keeps rolling his eyes at her but the truth is, she might be a little onto something there. The wedding isn’t happening any time soon but Buck can count on one hand the days in the past six months where he and Eddie didn’t see each other, talk to each other or text each other. Case in point, he had a shift with Eddie just a few hours ago and saw him every day this week and here Eddie is, asking him what he’s doing. The thought makes him smile. It’s not like he minds, he’s exactly the same. If Eddie hadn’t texted him, he would have probably texted him as soon as he sat down to eat his dinner.
He’s dishing the pasta on to a plate a few minutes later when his phone goes off again, three times in quick succession. He almost burns himself as he reaches blindly for his phone.
...ok
Come over
Chris isn’t home
He frowns in confusion, that’s not the answer he expected. Well, he understands now why Eddie texted him, he’s probably bored at home alone. He looks at his food and considers his options. He can eat really fast. Or he can just bring it to Eddie’s, he definitely made enough for two; he always makes enough for two. After years of living alone he still never quite gets the quantities right.
He’s about to ask Eddie if he’s already eaten when his eyes land on the exclamation point and the “Not Delivered” under his first message. He feels himself freeze and his heart speed up when he finally understands what he’s looking at.
From Eddie’s perspective their exchange looks very different.
His hands shake as he lowers his phone. He looks at the pasta.
Eddie said ok. Eddie said ok and then he said come over.
What?!