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Eddie was warm, sleepy, and quite drunk. Another bottle of tequila was a mistake. Other than feeling warm, sleepy, and drunk, Eddie's mind was blissfully blank.
Until he was struck by a very important question he needed answered right away. Buck would know.
“BUCK!”
“Jesus, Eddie. I'm right here.”
Oops. At some point Eddie had migrated into Buck's lap. When? What?
Eddie’s question was more important than his clinginess right now, though.
“Buck, why is liquor called spirits? Do people think it has ghosts?”
Eddie snuggled closer to Buck, who looked adorably confused.
“Ghosts?”
“You know. Spirits. Ghosts.”
“OK. Time for bed, lightweight.”
“Hey!”
But Buck was lifting him, holding him tightly. All thoughts evaporated from Eddie’s mind.