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“I’m going to be buried.” Eddie says, accepting the beer Athena hands him.
“No way, not me” Hen responds immediately, “Cremate me, spread me over the ocean or by a tree or something, and leave me to rest. I am tired.”
“Why are we talking about this?” Bobby asks, rubbing in between his eyes as he feels his regular my team is going to be the death of me headache coming on.
“Because, Bobby, we need to know how to plan each other’s funerals if something happens. Everyone knows you tell your loved ones the rules of funeral.”
As he speaks, Buck grabs the beer closest to him, which happens to be the one in Eddie’s hand. Neither of them blink as Buck takes a sip and gives it back to Eddie.
“You want your own, man?” Eddie asks, using his sleeve to wipe off the bottle before taking a sip of his own.
“No, I’m good. What’s yours is mine and all that.” Buck responds, resting his head on Eddie’s shoulder
“Didn’t realize that included personal space.” Eddie mutters, with no malice behind it.
“And don’t use your sweater as a napkin, I spent good money on it.”
“I didn’t ask you to buy it for me” Eddie says, but he rolls up his sleeves by way of apology.
“That’s because you aren’t supposed to ask for presents, Eddie. You just have to look pretty when you receive them. Besides, you’ve been eyeing that sweater for so long, you might as well be married to it”
“That doesn’t even make sense, Buck.” Eddie protests
“That doesn’t even make sense, Buck.” Buck mimics, putting a pillow on Eddie’s lap and laying his head on it.
Eddie’s free hand finds home in Buck’s curls, twisting the strands around his fingers as he cards through Buck’s hair while they enter their own world, just like they always do whenever they’re together.
Watching their conversation unfold, Chimney snorts.
“What’s so funny?” Maddie asks, glancing at her husband.
“Buck has been eyeing Eddie since he first showed up, so by Buck’s logic, they might as well be married.”
“Those two are more romantic than me and Karen, and she’s my wife” Hen groans to Athena, who hums in response, taking a sip of her wine while keeping her eyes on the boys in question.
“Well, I for one, plan on being buried next to Chimney” Maddie says, continuing the discussion as she squeezes Chimney’s hand. “I’ve always liked the idea of souls being laid to rest together. Call me corny, but when I said I wanted to spend forever with him, I meant it.”
Chimney smiles softly as he kisses her, pulling Buck out of his conversation with Eddie for a moment. He fakes a gag as he throws popcorn at Maddie and Chimney.
“Oh gross dude, that’s my sister!”
“She’s my wife, Buckley. If I want to kiss her and have our souls be buried next to each other or whatever, then I will!”
Buck fakes another gag as Eddie takes the pillow from his lap and puts it behind his back against the armrest. Then, he turns sideways on the couch, repositioning himself so that Buck is in between his legs, his back against Eddie’s chest.
“Do you need something?” Buck asks, and Eddie rolls his eyes.
“You’re acting as if we aren’t being buried together, Buckley.”
“That’s because I’m not being buried, Diaz.”
“Yes you are, Christopher wants you, me, and Shannon to be buried near each other.”
“Do not bring our perfect kid into this.”
“You’re the one denying him the wish of having his parents buried together.”
“Ok I can’t take this anymore” Chimney explodes, interrupting their discussion, “Are you both oblivious or just plain stupid?”
“Chim…” Bobby starts, holding up a hand as he begins to stand.
Athena takes his arm, gently pulling him to sit back down. “No baby, let the man talk, he has something important to say”
“What are you talking about, Chim?” Buck asks, glancing first at Eddie and then at his brother-in-law.
“I’m talking about the fact that you two are obviously a couple!” Chimney yells, exasperation clear in his voice.
“Yeah, yeah, we know, a couple of idiots” Buck responds with a smirk, watching for Eddie’s reaction.
Eddie snorts and gently punches Buck’s shoulder. “You do know that you just called yourself an idiot too, right?”
Buck nods. “We’re partners, we’re in this together. Everything you are, I am too.”
Hen groans again and Maddie pats her shoulder sympathetically.
“Maybe they’ll figure it out before we need to use those funeral plans.”
“If they don’t figure it out soon I’m pretty sure Chimney is going to make them need those plans.”
Karen laughs “Babe, there are much better ways of saying that. You could’ve just said Chimney’s going to kill them.”
“Not in front of the cop, I couldn’t.” Hen retorts, nodding towards Athena “The way I phrased it means I can argue that I wasn’t an accomplice because I didn’t say anything outright. I could’ve meant anythi—“
“Hush now, both of you.” Athena hisses at them “I can’t hear the conversation.”
They all turn their attention back to Chimney, who’s close to shouting at this point.
"Buck, remember when you told me and Maddie that we were dating - we said we were just friends but you were positive that we were a coup–“
“I remember that!” Maddie interrupts with a grin, “You said that we were always talking or texting or hanging out, and that we did buffridays–“
“Buffridays!” Chimney shouts at the same time, smiling at his wife before turning back to Buck. “That we finish each other's sentences, too. You and Eddie do all the same things we did, the only difference between us is that I’m married to my Buckley, and Diaz over there isn’t even aware that he’s dating his!”
“You’re rambling, Chim. Get to the point.” Bobby calls out from beside Athena, equally as invested in the conversation.
“I think that Howie’s point is that if we were dating when we did that stuff, then Buck and Eddie doing the same thing means they’re dating too.” Maddie supplies, glancing between Bobby and her husband.
“My point,” Chimney stresses, clearly irritated “is that you two bozos are boyfriends! You’re basically married, you just don’t get any of the legal benefits!”
Buck turns his head to glance at Eddie, giving him a cheeky grin. Eddie rolls his eyes in response, pressing a quick kiss to Buck’s temple.
Chimney, watching the moment, throws his arms up in exasperation as Buck takes Eddie’s left hand, playing with the rings on his finger.
"You hear that, Eds? Chimney says we’re dating"
Eddie chuckles, a fond smile spreading over his face as he watches Buck place a tender kiss to Eddie’s hand, just under where the bands rest.
“I think we’re way past that, but hey, what do I know?” Eddie asks, unable to resist the urge to press another kiss to Buck’s temple.
“If we’re back to the dating stage, does that mean we’re getting a divorce? ‘Cause if so, I’m going to need the rings back.”
Eddie snatches his hand away, then wraps his arms tightly around Buck.
“No one is getting a divorce, and you won’t even be able to pry these rings from my cold, dead hands.”
Buck grins up at his husband, both of them ignoring the barrage of questions being hurled at them by their family.
“Till death do us part, right?”
“You think something as trivial as death can keep us apart? We wrote our own vows for a reason, you dumbass.”