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Eddie used to dance.
Eddie Diaz can dance.
"I was real good too, my mom probably keeps a bunch of the trophies in the attic back in El Paso."
Bucks still trying to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. "I—" He closes the fridge, stepping closer to Eddie. He has a million questions, his first being if Eddie has pictures and the second, if he can see them. "Why'd you stop?" He asks instead.
Eddie shrugs, but it's not non-nonchalant, the collected, relaxed response Eddie wants it to be. It's jerky, the motion stiff as he does it—the set of his spine, shoulders, body, it's…sad.
"It wasn't fun anymore." He replies, simple as that.
or: buck, hopelessly in love with his best friend, learns eddie used to dance—it changes everything.