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Buck found himself sitting precariously on their roof, underneath the hot Los Angeles sun. Thank god it stopped raining, Buck had originally thought, but now, after wiping off the sweat from his forehead for the third time, he would've liked a little bit of the cloud cover to sick around. He had barely been out here that long, too! As if Eddie, who was loitering around on solid ground making sure the ladder didn't run away, could sense his discomfort, he gracefully— his words, not Buck's— tossed another water bottle up at Buck.
"You're drinking us out of house and home, Buckley," he teased, barely catching the empty bottle that Buck threw back, because good grief, was he thirsty, and chugged the water bottle in less than a minute— most of it, anyways, he's pretty sure like a tenth of the bottle ended up on his shirt.
"It's hot out here, man," Buck groaned. To his delight, he was finally able to pull up all the soiled shingles, the real fun of the afternoon beginning.
"Sure is hot," Buck could barely hear what Eddie had said, but he did, a shiver creeping up his back at the words. Eddie was definitely not talking about the weather.