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It’s been a month since Eddie returned to L.A. Originally just for Bobby’s funeral, then for more.
Eddie has been living with Buck for the whole month he’s been back. It seemed stupid making Buck look for a new place. It hadn’t been that long since he had moved in, and the whole credit score thing would make it difficult for him to find a place at this point. So Eddie had waved a dismissive hand, telling him he was crazy for thinking he’d make him leave their house. Eddie did not notice Buck’s small smile when he said their.
But it’s been a bit over a month since Eddie finally came to terms with the fact he’s gay. He likes men, more specifically Buck. He was just about to come out to Buck when he called to tell him what happened to Bobby.
So he’s shut up about it. No time has seemed like the time, you know? Not to tell Buck he likes men, and definitely not to tell Buck he likes him. No. And he cannot tell anyone else, either, because he wants Buck to be the first to know. If not that he likes him, at least the liking men part.
Anyways. They’ve been sharing a bed for twenty-five days. They’d been swapping since Eddie had gotten back. One on the couch, one on the bed. That was until the night before the funeral.
Buck walked into their room, knocking on the door lightly.
Eddie groggily put his head up, squinting at the door. It wasn’t an intruder, of course, but Eddie supposed he could be dreaming. Or having a nightmare. Both were possible.
“Buck?” He asked, his voice rough with sleep. He turned to the clock beside the bed. “What are you doing up? We said goodnight to each other an hour ago.”
“I know… I know.” He sighed, looking down at his face. He wanted to avoid eye contact. This whole thing was slightly weird. “I just… I don’t really want to be alone tonight.”
Eddie looked at him, still squinting. Then, he turned to the empty side of the bed, and lifted the covers. “Get in, then.”
He understood why Buck didn't want to be alone. They were burying Bobby’s casket the next day.
Buck padded towards the bed. He carefully got in, then grabbed the covers and put them on top of himself.
They laid there, silent. There was nothing to be said. No comforting words could fix this. Because it wasn’t okay, not at all.
So, the comfort of Eddie’s presence was enough for Buck.
And when they woke up, tangled in eachother the next morning? It wasn’t actually that weird.
Thinking about it around three weeks later left Eddie with a strange feeling. It wasn’t the first time they had shared a bed. There was the early days of Covid, too. But Buck knew he was bisexual and Eddie knew he was gay and that he had feelings for Buck. And yeah, it made Eddie’s newfound feelings overflow every part of his brain, but it could’ve been worse.
It’s not like it stopped them from continuing to share the bed every night, anyway.
So, to recap, one month since he returned to L.A and he and Chris moved in with Buck, forty-something days since he realised his feelings, and twenty-five days since Buck had gotten into bed with him. Platonically.
So when he woke up some random day in April, he thought the day would be normal. No near-death experiences, at least. He thought the recent near-death that was so close would take the hit.
Little did he know.