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It's only when Eddie's touching Buck that he feels alive again.
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Buck can’t tell if Eddie is asleep on the couch. He’s tempted to go look, to see if he can find the catlike gleam of Eddie’s eyes in the shadows and know he’s not the only one still reeling—not just from Bobby’s death, but from that argument in the kitchen. Buck knows what he would have done in the past, were Eddie alone in his grief. Were it not Bobby who had died but someone Buck only tangentially knew, or hardly knew at all. He’d have cracked the shell Eddie always builds around himself, made Eddie talk about his feelings. Demanded to be let in and allowed to carry some of the load.
But they’re still standing at opposite ends of this damn tunnel. He doesn’t know how to meet in the middle, where the dark is thick with things they can’t say.
There’s a shift from the couch, a creak of leather. Then silence.
Buck steps into his bedroom but leaves the door cracked open, as he’s taken to doing since Eddie came back from El Paso. It’s an unspoken invitation he doesn’t actually expect Eddie to take. Before, because that’s not what they do. Now, because Buck can’t be what Eddie needs him to be right now.