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“So, I broke up with Ana.”
Eddie isn’t sure why he came out with it like that, but it’s too late to take the words back, so he lets them hang in the air between them.
Buck’s head snaps up, completely forgetting about the coffee he’d been making. He has this look on his face that Eddie can’t quiet figure out, which is weird since he’s always been able to read Buck like an open book.
“Oh,” Is all Buck says in reply.
“Oh?” Eddie says, with a huff of laughter. “That’s all you gonna say?”
“No, I –” Buck seems to rethink his words, a crease forming in his eyebrows that Chimney always says makes him look like a confused puppy. He goes back to his coffee, his attention on a teaspoon as he mumbles, “I’m sorry, man. I know you liked her.”
Eddie winces, because looking back on it he’s not sure he did. Sure, he felt excited about it at one point, but he’s starting to think it wasn’t her that had him giddy, but the idea of her. Ana was the perfect option really – beautiful, smart, a great parent for Christopher, and most importantly a woman. But that’s the thing with relationships, you can’t pick out the most appropriate option from a catalogue of partners like they’re a new bicycle.
Eddie doesn’t say all that though, instead he shrugs and looks off to the side. “It’s fine. It’s for the best, really.”
“Breakups still suck.” Buck won’t meet his eyes and it’s the most frustrating thing ever. “Is Chris upset? Ana was… nice.”
Eddie can’t help but snort at Buck trying his best not to bad mouth his ex, since he knows for a fact that Buck wasn’t Ana’s biggest fan, and vise versa. It was one of the main wake up calls that made him realise he needed to call it quits.
“You don’t have to pretend you liked her.”
“I didn’t not like her, I just – I don’t know.” Buck seems to be uncharacteristically nervous. Eddie assumed he’d be thrilled with the news, what with the obvious tension between them. He didn’t imagine this fumbling mess. “I don’t think Chris liked her – so I guess that just rubbed off on me.”
That was another one of the massive deal breakers. Christopher used to love her when she was nothing but a teacher to him, but the minute he introduced her as something more, he closed off. Eddie assumes it felt too much like he was replacing his mother, despite his constant reassuring that was not what was happening. But the boy can a hold a grudge even more than he can.
“Getting peer pressured by a ten-year old?” Eddie smirks.
Buck rolls his eyes and finally looks at him, probably because they are veering more to their usual, familiar banter, rather than the awkward relationship conversations neither of them know how to navigate. “Shut-up.”
He chuckles, and the conversations tapers off at that. It’s a little awkward, and he finds himself searching for something to say other than ‘so, pretty slow day, right?’ because that would be lame and forced. Buck wordlessly makes him a coffee because he’s an absolute saint, making it the exact way he likes it – no sugar, a dash of milk and a spoonful of honey.
But as Buck hands it to him their eyes meet and there’s an intensity behind Buck’s eyes that has him nervous, butterflies flapping around his stomach. “Why did you break up with her, Eddie?”
And fuck, if that doesn’t throw him off guard. It shouldn’t, because they were literally just talking about the breakup, and it’s a very reasonable thing to ask. It’s something about the heated look Buck’s giving him, though, that has his breath stuttering and his fingers tensing round the coffee mug.
It would be so easy to lie, pass of an excuse that Buck will nod his head sympathetically to and not push further. Oh, you know, just wasn’t meant to be. Or, we were too different, Or, I didn’t want to string her along when I didn’t see it going anywhere.
All three answers would be truthful, but they wouldn’t be the main truth, that the real reason he broke up with Ana is because he realised he wanted to have sex with his best friend more than he did her.
Because I’m in love with you. The words are on the tip of his tongue, and here, by the coffee machine in their place of work probably isn’t the best place for a love confession, but he can feel he’s about to say them anyway, fuck the consequence.
“Because I –”
The shrill ring of the station bell cuts him off and he startles. The moments gone and he suddenly feels stupid for thinking now was a good time to have that conversation.
Buck offers him a tight-lipped smile and jerks a thump to the pole as he says, “Duty calls. We’ll talk about this later, yeah?”
Eddie just nods helplessly and gives his shoulders a mental shake, before jogging off after Buck towards the trucks.
***
When they arrive at the call, Eddie is still doing what he does best – spiralling. Usually, he’s always been able to flip a switch and turn this side of his brain off, so that nothing interferes with the job, but there is something about Buck that is just so infuriatingly distracting, that he’s got to clamp a hand down on his left leg so it doesn’t bounce up and down like a damn vibrator.
Eddie’s starting to think that Buck must be torturing him deliberately. He’s chatting away like usual, sprouting random facts and teasing Chimney like he always does, but it’s all so adorably Buck that it makes him want to kiss him senseless, as if that would be at all appropriate. And then there’s the thigh. Buck’s thigh, specifically, which is pressed up against his own thigh, making him hot all over.
He has to grip the seats to stop from blurting something stupid out, like I wanna feel those thighs wrapped around me.
Buck’s doing it on purpose. He has to be. This may as well be a strip club with the way Buck shrugs off his turnout, biceps bulging and tattoos on display. And the whole universe must be conspiring against him at this point, because the weather is so hot that they’ve all worked up a sweat without really doing anything, and he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from his glistening skin.
“Earth to Diaz.” Buck says with an amused smile, waving his hand in front of his face.
Eddie jolts, realising he was openly staring and suddenly panics that there might be drool dripping down his chin from his thirsting.
“Huh?” He says dumbly, because his throat is still dry and he’s trying to catch up with the rest of the world.
Hen chuckles, and she’s got this knowing glint in her eyes that screams she can read Eddie’s thoughts. “Cap was giving us the run down. Might want to pay attention.”
“Oh, right, yeah. Sorry, cap.” Eddie says, embarrassed.
But Bobby just rolls his eyes, giving him a pointed look in the rear-view mirror. “Dispatch says the caller is trapped. A shelving unit fell on top of them, but they don’t seem to be injured, just stuck. Buck and Eddie, I want you two to head in first, asses the situation and radio if you need medical. I want to limit the number of bodies in there if we can in case anymore shelves are unstable.”
They all nod, Chimney offering him a salute. Soon enough they are all hopping out of the truck, Buck and Eddie doing there iconic fist bump that says more than words.
They seem to have arrived at an old comic bookstore that went out of business years ago, and judging by its remote hidden location, Eddie can’t say he’s surprised. The windows are boarded up with newspaper and it looks completely abandoned.
Buck knocks on the glass door, peering inside, but doesn’t see much.
“Cap, you sure we have the right place?” Buck calls over to where Bobby is standing. “This place looks empty.”
“This is the location dispatch gave us.” Bobby says with a shrug. “It could be a nuisance call but give it a quick search anyway.”
Eddie reaches forward and jiggles the handle, only to find that the door surprisingly swings open. As they wander inside, both turning on their flashlights because the windows are boarded up and it’s a little dark, Eddie can taste the dust in the air and stale scent.
“Creepy.” Buck mumbles. His nose wrinkles as he takes a cautious step forward, shining his light to the opposite sides of the store. There are shelving units everywhere but they’re all empty, though there are still posters lining the walls and a few broken figurines scattered across the floor.
“You scared, Buckley?” Eddie smirks.
“You’re not, Diaz? This place has got serious zombie vibes.”
Eddie barks out a laugh. “Zombie vibes? Seriously?”
“Yeah, you know, that scene in the movie where they’re looking for shelter. All the powers out because the world’s gone to shit, and then boom!” Buck bumps into his shoulder’s roughly, trying to scare him. “A zombie with it’s face peeled off comes running at you from out of the darkness.”
“You watch too many movies.” He deadpans. “It’s changing the structure of your brain.”
“You know, Diaz, for that comment, when I become a zombie, I’m biting you first.”
“Please,” Eddie scoffs, trying to ignore the fact they are walking so close together the length of their arms are brushing against each other. “You wouldn’t be able to catch me.”
“Oh yeah? That a challenge?”
“Maybe.”
“Oh, you are so on –”
A clanging noise somewhere across the store has there attention snapping forward. “LAFD! Call out!”
They move forward together, following the source of the sound till they come to what must be the office of the store. The glass wall is so dusty it’s hard to see through, lined with black wood panelling.
“Hello? We’re firefighters, we’re here to help.” Eddie says. This must be where their trapped caller is. He twists the handle, but it doesn’t budge. “It’s locked. I’ll force it open.”
Buck hums, pressing his forehead against the glass to try see in. Eddie slips the duffel off his shoulders, zipping it open to find something he can ply the door open with.
It’s as he’s slinging the bag back over his shoulder, a crowbar in hand, that he hears the faint sound of something metal hitting and rolling across the floor.
Time seems to stop existing for a moment, as he sees Buck’s eyes widen from where they’re fixed on something inside the office.
“Grenade.” Buck whispers, the word leaving his lips in a shaky breath, and Eddie doesn’t even have a chance to let it sink in, because Buck is lunging for him, already yelling, “EDDIE, GET BACK - ”
There’s a blinding flash of light. A boom so loud it rattles his teeth. It’s all terrifyingly familiar.
And he’s barely able to lift his arms to cover his face before there’s a body colliding with his, and he’s flying, crashing, hurtling through the air. For a moment they’re weightless, and all he knows is a fiery heat and an all-consuming dread, until there’s the sickening jolt of his body cracking against the floor, and unconsciousness snatches him away completely.
***
“Eddie.”
There’s a voice in his head, pounding against his skull with a sledgehammer.
“Shit, Eddie. Please. You gotta wake up, man.”
Oh, the voice isn’t inside his head, it’s just right next to it, the sound coming from right by his right ear.
“I swear to god, Diaz, if you don’t open your godamn eyes I am gonna freak out –"
Eddie peeks an eye open, just because the voice has got this edge of desperation that says this is important. He regrets it immediately, though, as the dim light alone has the pounding in his head hammering up to an unbearable level, and he squeezes them shut with a groan.
“Eddie, oh my god, thank god. Thank fucking god.”
It’s the way his name is spoken that last time, hoarse and breathy and completely terrified, that has everything slamming back into them. The grenade, the explosion -
“Buck.” Eddie rasps, his eyes opening despite the pain it causes. He refuses to close them this time, and luckily the pain evens out to something manageable.
“I’m here, you’re okay, Eds. You’re okay.”
It’s then that Eddie realises he can’t move, and at first, he panics, thinking he’s being crushed by a whole comic bookstore, but as his eyes adjust to the murky space, he realises that Buck is on top of him. The man’s face is inches away from his, and his arms are braced on his forearms either side of Eddie, with the rest of his body splayed heavily against his.
“The hell?” Eddie croaks, as he moves his head from side to side. He’s still discombobulated, but relieved to find the haze in his mind is quickly dissipating, so whatever head injury he’s got can’t be too bad.
“There was a grenade. Exploded. You hit your head.” Buck supplies, his voice ragged. “You were only out for a few minutes.”
Eddie realises with a punch to the gut that Buck literally made himself a human shield for Eddie and must have taken the brunt of the explosion. “You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” Buck quickly assures him, but there’s something tight in his voice that makes Eddie sure he’s lying. “Just don’t move.”
Well, that definitely rings alarm bells. “Why?”
Buck stays quiet, like he’s thinking about the best way to answer this without sending Eddie into a panic attack.
“Why can’t I move, Buck?” He repeats, a hint of hysteria leaking into his voice.
“There’s glass.” Buck pushes the words out. “In my back. A lot of it, I think.”
Eddie curses under his breath, trying to peer over the man’s back to take a look, but Buck is still leaning against his arms so there’s a couple of inches of space between there chests and he can’t lift his head high enough to see.
“I’m worried some of it could have hit my spine. Moving could paralyze me.”
“Can you move now? Wiggle your toes.” Eddie can feel his panic mounting by the second.
“Yeah, I can move everything. And feel everything.” Buck clenches his jaw, and Eddie hates that Buck thinks he has to mask his pain from him. He feels something shift, and then there is a hand pressing against the back of his head, firm enough to have him wincing.
“Stop, what are you doing? You’re not supposed to move.” Eddie hisses through his teeth
Buck lets out a frustrated sigh like Eddie is the one jeopardizing his future mobility. “You’re bleeding.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not, and I’m not having you bleed out from a head wound when my hand is right here.”
Eddie grumbles something intelligible in Spanish, cursing Buck for being so stubborn.
“Hey, can you reach your radio? They were calling for us while you were still out, but I was too scared to move my arms.”
Eddie squeezes a hand up between their bodies making sure not to jolt Buck too much and clasps the radio that’s attached to his breast pocket, pressing down on the button.
“Cap.” It’s not the proper way they’re supposed to address each other over the walkie-talkies, but Eddie’s head is still orchestrating a percussion band inside his skull, so he can’t find it in him to care.
The response is immediate, Bobby’s voice filtering through like a beacon of light. “Eddie, thank God. What’s your status?”
“Grenade.” He replies, before clearing his throat so he can speak louder. “Buck and I are down. We need medical assistance.”
“Wait.” Buck bursts suddenly, addressing the radio. “Cap, you guys can’t come in. I only saw one guy but there could be others with more grenades. You need to wait till bomb squad can give the all clear.”
“Copy that. Are you two okay to camp out till the area’s been assessed? Give me a physical report, what are we dealing with here?”
“I’m fine.” Eddie grumbles. He switches the radio onto the open mic so he doesn’t have to keep pressing the button, letting his arm flop down.
Their eyes meet and Buck gives him a look that says he’s not amused. “He’s not, Bobby. He’s got a headwound. It’s bleeding pretty heavily but I’m applying pressure.”
“Snitch.” Eddie mumbles under his breath, since the guy really didn’t need to rat him out.
“Okay, let me know if his condition worsens. And what about you, Buck? Anything you want to share with the class?” Bobby is using that Captain voice that says he will not put up with any of Buck’s shit today.
“Yeah, Buckley, anything you want to share with the class?” Eddie retorts in a sarcastic voice. He’s about to berate him further till he meets Buck’s eyes and any other words die in his throat. Buck suddenly looks scared – no, scrap that, he looks terrified, and he’s staring at Eddie with so much trust as if he has all the answers.
Buck opens and closes his mouth for a moment. “I, uh, I’m in a bit of a tricky situation here.”
“And what the hell does that mean?” Hen’s voice filters through. He assumes they must be gathering around Bobby’s radio, can imagine them staring at the wreckage of the comic bookstore.
Buck open’s his mouth again but just a stuttering breath comes out before there are suddenly tears gathering in his eyes and shit, if that doesn’t break Eddie’s heart and make him panic at the same time, because he’s been best friends with this man for years and can count on one hand the amount of times he’s seen him cry.
“The grenade was in the office when it exploded.” Eddie says for him, having put the story together himself. “We were outside off the office, but it completely blew the windows out. Buck pushed me to the floor, covering my body with his, and basically, in short – he’s got a whole window full of glass embedded in his back.”
There’s silence over the line. Eddie can feel everyone holding their breaths. Because they’ve seen things like this before, and it often doesn’t end up well.
“We can’t move in case some of it has hit his spine.”
“Okay.” Bobby gulps, obviously trying to keep calm for Buck’s sake. Hen’s voice comes through next, “Can you feel where exactly it’s piercing you, Buckaroo? We might be able to figure out if it’s hit something important.”
Buck takes a breath and concentrates for a moment, like he’s trying to pinpoint the act source of the pain. “I can feel it all over, Hen.”
Eddie curses again, wishing he could comfort Buck.
“Okay. Just stay as still as you can then. Bomb squad is arriving and they’re going to start their sweep. Just hang in there, both of you, okay?”
Eddie switches his radio back to push-to-speak, so whatever he says to Buck in this moment doesn’t have to be heard by their whole team. For a minute or two they’re quiet, both trying not to breath to much.
Buck’s face has set into a permanent grimace, his eyes slightly squinting and lines gathering on his forehead. If they were in any other situation, Eddie would laugh at him and take a picture, saying that he looked constipated.
Instead, he says, in a whisper because Buck’s face is only inches from his, “How you doing? You’re making a weird face.”
“I’m trying not to throw up.” Buck admits. “That would be super gross for the both of us.”
Eddie’s nose scrunches up and lets out a breathy laugh. “Please don’t.”
“Distract me?”
The thought of talking more than he already is has his head aching again with a new vengeance. “I’m not really up for talking, Buck.”
“Right. Your head. Sorry.” Buck mutters, closing his eyes. A few tears slip out and drip onto Eddie’s face, just below his eyes, and Buck tries to rapidly blink them away before more could fall.
Well, Eddie felt like a complete asshole. “Hey, Buck, I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault.” Buck croaked, shaking his head slightly. His arms were shaking, and Eddie could feel the hand against his head wound trembling. “Just hurts like a bitch now that the adrenaline is gone.”
“You asked me earlier why I broke up with Ana.” He blurts before he can change his mind. Buck used himself as a shield for Eddie, if he wants a distraction Eddie will give him a fucking distraction.
Buck opens his eyes and they’re glassy. “You don’t have to tell me.”
“Yes, I do.” Eddie insists. His heart is thumping wildly in his chest for an entirely different reason. “I realised I wasn’t in love with her. Because I’m stupidly, madly and completely in love with someone else.”
Buck is holding his breath and his stare is intense but Eddie refuses to look away. “Who?”
Eddie rolls his eyes and smirks. “You really need me to say it?”
“Yeah, because on the off chance I’m wrong this could be really embarrassing for me.”
“You, dipshit.” Eddie says, and it feels so good to finally say it that he never wants to stop. “I’m stupidly, madly and completely in love with you.”
“Oh.”
“Oh? That’s all you gonna say?” Eddie laughs, thinking back to when he’d said those same words earlier that day.
“Well, I love you too, obviously.” Buck says, looking a bit dazed, but there’s a small smile tugging on his lips, injuries momentarily forgotten. “Stupidly, madly and completely.”
“Yeah?” Eddie breathes out in a sigh of relief, because even though he’d been pretty sure Buck felt the same way, he’d never been certain.
Buck grins. “Hell yeah. Good distraction.”
Eddie is about to laugh, but then he feels something wet and warm seeping into his uniform and a cold dread sweeps over him. He can’t bring himself to look down. “Please don’t tell me that’s your blood.”
Buck swallows, and slowly lowers his head to look between them. “Crap.”
Eddie’s eyes drag down, and sure enough, he can see the blood slipping down Buck’s sides from his back and dripping onto him, puddling on the floor around him. He wants to be sick.
His hands are shaking as he presses down on his radio. “Bobby. We’re running out time. Buck’s bleeding a lot.”
The reply is quick. “Few more minutes. We need you to hold on for a few more minutes.”
Eddie is about to reply but Buck’s arms give out and he slumps forward, making Eddie jolt with a gasp of “Buck!”
Buck is lying heavily across him; face falling over his left shoulder. “Buck, wake up. Buck!”
Buck grumbles, moaning into Eddie’s neck. He is speaking but the words are slurred, and Eddie can’t make them out.
“Shit, shit, shit. Guys! I think he’s about to crash!”
And finally, finally, he sees Chimney and Hen bursting through among the smoke and dust, Bobby hot on their heels. Eddie could sob from relief, he’s not sure he doesn’t, as he grips onto Buck, whose still boneless against him. The need to get out get out get out is suddenly overwhelming because he’s useless in helping Buck when he’s still trapped under him.
Eddie can see the exact moment Hen takes in the scene, takes in the condition of Buck, because she falters in her steps, a hand lifting up to her mouth. Chimney barrels past her, not missing a beat and is kneeling next to them, not even noticing the blood is going to soak through his pant legs.
“Hey, kid. You with us?” Bobby says, threading a hand though Buck’s hair.
Eddie’s a stuttering mess, and he knows there must be tears slipping down his cheeks, a mixture of his and Buck’s. “He just dropped, and – and he stopped responding, I didn’t know what to do—”
“You did everything you could do, Eddie. He’s going to be fine.”
Chimney starts to gently tap Buck’s face, before carefully snaking a hand between him and Eddie to rub at his sternum. A small, wet gasp leaves Buck and the man seems to gurgle on it, but to Eddie it’s music to his ears because it means he’s still fighting.
“ ‘m awake.” Buck mumbles. Deliriously, his hands start scraping against the ground like he’s trying to push himself back up but barely has the energy to lift his hands.
“Hey, hey, shh.” Hen soothes him as she fits a neck brace on. “How you feeling, Buckaroo.”
Buck groans, loudly from all the prodding, and Eddie still feels so completely useless, frozen to the floor. “Not so hot.”
“I bet.” Hen hums. “I need you to stay awake for me though, okay? You know the drill.”
Chimney sits up so he’s got his arm braced on one knee, addressing Bobby. “I don’t think anything’s hit his spine. I can’t be sure but if we don’t move him now, he’ll bleed out.”
Bobby nods, rubbing a hand down his face. “Okay. Let’s get him onto the blackboard.”
“Okay, bud,” Chimney says, squeezing Buck’s shoulder so he knows he’s talking to him. “This is really gonna suck, but I need you not to fight us okay. Stay as boneless as you can, even if it hurts.”
Heavily, Buck nods. “Roger that.”
Eddie watches as the three of them positions themselves round Buck, slotting their hands round his body.
Bobby gives them all a nod. “Three. Two. One. Lift.”
The broken cry that leaves Buck is going to haunt Eddie for the rest of his life. He’s sure it would be a gut-wrenching scream if the man had the energy for it. As he’s deposited onto the backboard on his stomach, it’s with a heaving sob that has his shoulders shaking from agony.
Eddie doesn’t waste a second. He’s lurching up as soon as he’s able to, ignoring the way the room spins for a moment and his head pounds. He scrambles up, stumbling after the Hen and Chimney who are already walking towards the entrance.
Buck looks even worse than he could have imagined. There are shards of glass standing straight up all over his back, some long and jagged while other are like needles. His navy uniform has been completely saturated in blood, so it sticks to his skin.
He watches in a trance, disconnected from his body as he’s loaded into the ambulance, the doors shutting in his face. Bobby appears in front of him, and he so desperately wants to hang on, but he can feel everything slipping away from him, it's sand slipping through his fingers.
Like a puppet cut from its strings, Eddie feels his legs give away, collapsing forward into Bobby, and he knows no more.
***
When Eddie next opens his eyes, it's to the sensation of a finger trailing shapes across his face. He hums, completely content because the touch is grounding.
He sees Christopher, leaning heavily against his side and delicately trailing his finger over the bridge of his nose, along his forehead and down his cheeks. It's something he used to do for Chris when his nightmares were a problem, since it always helped him get to sleep.
"Hey, bud." He whispers, voice hoarse. He usually hates waking up in hospitals, but he has to admit this isn't too bad. He gives each limb a twitch, sighing in relief when he realises he isn't missing anything.
Christopher's eyes widen and he jumps on the bed. "Dad! You've been asleep for ages."
"I'm awake now." He smiles tiredly, he looks to his left, immediately spotting Carla in a waiting chair, giving him a fond smile. "Sup, Carla."
She snorts, shaking her head. "You boys just can't get keep out of trouble, can you?"
He's about to laugh, when what she said really sets in - you boys - and then everything comes rushing back, and is breath is picking up because last time he saw Buck the man was being wheeled into a fucking ambulance.
"Buck's fine." Carla assures him, noticing his panic straight away.
He goes boneless against the sheets.
"Scared the hell out of us. But no paralysis, and he's gonna make a full recovery."
"You sure?"
"Take a look for yourself." She nods over to the other side of the room.
Eddie's head snaps round, and his sight immediately falls on a bed next to his, with Buck lying face down, completely conked out. "He's okay? Really?"
"Worried about you. You have a concussion, but it's nothing that won't clear up on it's own."
Eddie nods, eyes still fixed on Buck's sleeping form.
"I need to wake him up." Christopher says, already sliding off the bed.
"No, Chris, let him sleep."
Christopher huffs in that moody way that says he's too close to his teenage years. "But I promised him I would once you were awake."
"He's right." Buck mumbles, voice heavy with sleep and Eddie jolts up in bed. "I made him promise."
"Buck."
"Eddie." Buck grins, eyes dopey. He must be on the good drugs.
Eddie wishes he could lunge across the room and gather him up in his arms, but he has a feeling his doctors wouldn't approve. "Thank you," He says instead, pushing all the gratitude and love he can into the words. "You saved me."
"Yeah," Buck rolls his eyes. "I need you alive so that when the zombie apocalypse is here, you can be the first one I bite."
Eddie laughs, and it's a little teary because he's just so relieved that they're going to be okay. "Why do I feel like you want the zombie apocalypse to take over?"
"Come on, you have to admit it does sound exciting. And besides, being a zombie doesn't sound to bad. I mean, as along as we're zombies together."
Eddie loves him, he loves him so much. "Okay, fine. I guess, if you really want, I'll let you bite me."
Carla sigs loudly, looking a little confused. "Is this how young people flirt now? Because I sure as hell don't get it."
Buck and Eddie share a look, before bursting out laughing even though it hurts. Sure, they probably need to work on their communication, but Eddie's got this feeling that everything's gonna work out just fine.