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Eddie found himself in a whirlwind of thoughts when Buck revealed his bisexuality. It wasn’t that the revelation surprised him; rather, it felt like a natural extension of who Buck was. Buck had always been unapologetically himself, and this new layer of his identity seemed to fit seamlessly into the larger picture. However, Eddie’s mind was racing with questions about the timing and the process behind Buck’s realisation. How had Buck come to understand his own sexuality, and what had prompted him to share this part of himself now? As Eddie pondered these questions, he felt a mix of curiosity and concern. He wanted to approach the topic delicately, aware that discussing such personal matters could easily lead to discomfort. The last thing he wanted was for Buck to feel awkward or ridiculed in any way. Eddie’s thoughts were consumed with how to navigate this conversation without crossing any boundaries. He understood that Buck’s journey was his own, and he wanted to be supportive, but he also felt the weight of his own uncertainties about his own identity. The revelation stirred within Eddie, igniting a flicker of hope that perhaps he, too, could explore his own feelings without fear of judgment.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Eddie strolled towards Buck’s loft, a familiar routine he cherished every Friday evening. With a couple of cold beers in hand, he pushed the door open, instantly met by Buck’s warm smile. Buck eagerly accepted the beers, cracking one open for himself and Eddie before stashing the rest in the fridge. The inviting aroma of dinner wafted through the air, as Buck busied himself in the kitchen, his movements fluid and confident, a testament to his culinary skills. While Buck expertly prepared their meal, Eddie settled into a comfortable spot, his gaze fixed on his friend. He found himself lost in admiration, not just for Buck’s cooking prowess but for the way he carried himself with such ease and charm. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by Eddie’s musings on various topics whenever Buck wasn’t deeply engrossed in his culinary tasks. Laughter and light-hearted banter filled the space, creating a cosy atmosphere that made Eddie feel at home. Despite the jovial mood, Eddie felt a weight on his heart, a personal matter he had been meaning to discuss with Buck. He wrestled with his thoughts, unsure of how to broach the subject without disrupting the easy camaraderie they shared. The warmth of the moment contrasted sharply with the seriousness of what he wanted to say, leaving him in a state of contemplation as he watched Buck move about the kitchen, blissfully unaware of the internal struggle brewing within his friend.

As they settled down to enjoy the meal that Buck had prepared, Eddie found himself grappling with the right words to initiate a conversation. He hesitated, unsure of how to express his thoughts, and finally stammered, “Buck, um, sorry.” Buck glanced up, a look of confusion crossing his face; it was unusual for them to struggle with communication. “Eddie, it’s fine, just say what’s on your mind,” Buck encouraged, his tone light and reassuring. Taking a deep breath, Eddie placed his utensils neatly on the table and met Buck’s gaze, his expression revealing a hint of anxiety. “How did you know?” he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Buck, momentarily puzzled by Eddie’s question, paused to chew his food before settling his cutlery down as well. He noticed the tension in Eddie’s demeanor, the way he seemed almost frantic, as if he feared his words might upset Buck. “Eddie, just tell me what you’re thinking,” Buck said playfully, a smile breaking through his confusion. Yet, Eddie was clearly avoiding the heart of the matter, hoping that Buck would intuitively grasp the underlying question without him having to articulate it directly. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken words, and Eddie felt the weight of his inquiry pressing down on him. Finally, Eddie mustered the courage to voice his true concern, albeit in a hushed tone. “How did you know you liked men? Because maybe I do too,” The last part of his confession was barely above a whisper, but Buck caught every word. “Honestly, I kissed a guy, and it felt just like kissing a girl,” Buck replied, his expression shifting to one of understanding. “That’s really all there was to it.”

Eddie and Buck continued to munch on their meals, but Eddie couldn’t shake the feeling that their discussion was far from complete. He had lingering questions that needed answers. “So, you never mentioned to anyone that you were straight, and it felt like you were telling a lie?” The question caught Buck off guard, leaving him momentarily stunned and puzzled. “I don’t think it ever really came up. Why do you ask?” Buck’s laughter bubbled up uncontrollably; the absurdity of the question struck him as both amusing and perplexing, and he was eager to understand Eddie’s thought process. Eddie took a deep breath, trying to explain the situation that had led to his inquiry. “Well, I was chatting with a priest, and I got the impression he was flirting with me, so I ended up telling him I was straight.” Buck’s expression turned to one of disbelief as he processed this revelation. “You thought a priest was flirting with you?” The struggle to suppress his laughter was evident, but he could see that Eddie was genuinely troubled by the memory, which made it all more entertaining for Buck. “Um, yeah,” Eddie admitted, feeling a bit foolish for having voiced it. The weight of his words hung in the air, and he realised how ridiculous it sounded now that he had said it out loud. “So, you told him you were straight?” Buck pressed, still trying to stifle his amusement. Eddie nodded, a hint of sadness creeping into his eyes as he confirmed, “And it felt like a lie” The gravity of that admission lingered between them, transforming the lighthearted banter into a moment of deeper reflection for Eddie, who grappled with the implications of his own honesty.

Buck and Eddie sat across from each other, their meals slowly disappearing as they remained enveloped in a quiet that was more contemplative than awkward. Buck found himself lost in thought, grappling with the weight of Eddie’s revelation. The idea that Eddie had felt a sense of dishonesty when he confessed to a priest about his straightness stuck Buck deeply. It was a moment of vulnerability that resonated with him, prompting him to reflect on his own experiences and the complexities of identity. As Buck chewed thoughtfully, he realised that he had never explicitly labelled himself as straight. In the past, when other men had shown interest, he had simply played along, never fully acknowledging the implications of those interactions. It dawned on him that perhaps he had been living in a state of denial, overlooking the signs that pointed to his own bisexuality. The realisation was both enlightening and confusing, as he considered how easily he had brushed aside his feelings and the nuances of his own identity. Eddie, on the other hand, was grappling with his own internal conflict. He believed wholeheartedly that his declaration of being straight was a falsehood, a mask he wore to fit societal expectations. The silence between them was filled with unspoken understanding, as both men navigated their thoughts and feelings about identity, truth, and the pressures of conformity. They were not just sharing a meal; they were sharing a journey of self-discovery, each wrestling with their own truths and the courage it took to confront them.

Eddie noticed that Buck seemed lost in his own thoughts, his chewing slowing to a crawl as he mulled over something important. It had been several minutes since Buck had taken a bite, and Eddie couldn’t help but wonder if he was simply savouring the food or if he was grappling with something more significant. The thought that Buck might be silently judging him crept into Eddie’s mind, igniting a wave of anxiety that he struggled to suppress. Deep down, he knew Buck was likely not scrutinising him, but the uncertainty gnawed at him nonetheless. Finally, Buck broke the silence, his voice steady as he asked, “So, you’re telling me you’re not straight then, yeah?” Eddie inhaled sharply, realising that this was indeed the implication he had been dancing around. He hesitated, caught off guard by the directness of the question. “I think so, yeah, but I—” he began, only to falter as Buck’s expectant gaze urged him to elaborate. The weight of his unspoken truth loomed large, and Eddie felt a mix of fear and relief at the prospect of admitting something he had long kept hidden. “But I don’t think I like women,” he finally confessed, feeling an unexpected lightness wash over him as the words left his lips. Buck’s response was simple yet profound, a glimmer of understanding shining in his eyes as he replied, “Thank you for telling me.” In that moment, the tension dissipated, and they both returned to their meals, the atmosphere between them unchanged in the best possible way. It was a relief for Eddie to realise that this revelation didn’t have to be a monumental event; it was just a part of who he was, and Buck’s acceptance made it feel like a normal conversation rather than a life-altering confession. The ease of their interaction reassured Eddie that perhaps, in this moment, everything was just as it should be.

After they finished their meal, Eddie took the plates into the kitchen to wash them, a task he had grown accustomed to over time. It was a well-established routine: Buck would handle the cooking while Eddie took care of the cleanup. As Eddie scrubbed away, Buck lingered nearby, a playful curiosity in his eyes. “Have you shared this with anyone else?” he asked, breaking the comfortable silence. Eddie, with a mischievous grin, feigned ignorance, “Shared what?” Buck chuckled, nudging him lightly, “That you’re gay.” Eddie met Buck’s gaze, his expression shifting to one of sincerity. “No, just you,” he admitted, returning to his task of washing the dishes. However, Buck wasn’t finished with his line of questioning. “Are you thinking about telling others?” he probed gently. Eddie paused, contemplating the weight of the question. He had confided in Buck, believing him to be one of the most significant people to share this part of himself with. “Not yet,” he finally replied, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. Buck nodded, understanding the hesitation; it was clear that Eddie was still navigating his own feelings and the implications of his revelation. “Alright, I’ll keep it to myself,” Buck promised, giving Eddie a reassuring squeeze on the hips before retreating to the living room. As Buck settled onto the couch, Eddie couldn’t help but smile widely at the moment they had just shared.

After wrapping up the dishes in the kitchen, Eddie decided to treat himself and Buck to a couple of cold beers from the fridge. He made his way to the living room, where Buck was sprawled out on the couch, occupying nearly every inch of the available space. With a playful chuckle, Eddie teased, “Move then,” but Buck shot him a serious glance and retorted, “Make me.” Eddie, never one to shy away from a challenge, set the beers down on the nearby table and launched himself at Buck, determined to reclaim his share of the couch. The two of them engaged in a spirited tussle that lasted a good ten minutes, each trying to outmaneuver the other in their quest for couch dominance. Eddie’s laughter mixed with Buck’s grunts as they rolled around, limbs entangled in a comical struggle for space. Eventually, Eddie found himself on top of Buck, who was panting from the exertion of their playful battle. The couch had become a battleground, and Eddie, now lying across Buck, relished the moment of victory, even if it was temporary. With a smirk, Eddie asked, “Want me to move?” secretly hoping Buck would decline. Buck, still catching his breath, looked up at Eddie and simply replied, “No.” As they both settled into their comfortable positions, enjoying the moment and the beers that awaited them.

Eddie found himself comfortably draped over Buck, resting his head against Buck’s chest. The rhythmic thumping of Buck’s heart resonated in Eddie’s ears, quickening with each subtle movement Eddie made. He could sense Buck’s breath hitching, a clear indication of the tension that hung in the air. Every slight adjustment Eddie made, whether it was stretching his legs or shifting his arms, seemed to amplify Buck’s awareness of his presence, making the atmosphere even more charged. Buck was acutely aware of Eddie’s proximity, and the knowledge that Eddie could hear his heartbeat only intensified the fluttering sensation in his stomach. In a moment of spontaneity, Buck decided to change the dynamic between them. With a swift motion, he shifted their positions, leaving Eddie lying on the sofa while Buck sprawled over him. The sudden shift took Eddie by surprise, causing his heart to momentarily skip a beat. Being beneath Buck, feeling the weight of him pressing down, stirred emotions within Eddie that he had never experienced before. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, and he could feel the heat rising to his cheek, a deep blush betraying his flustered state. The thrill of the moment was palpable, and Eddie couldn’t help but revel in the unexpected intimacy of their new arrangement. Buck, noticing Eddie’s bashful reaction, decided to playfully tease him rather than lean in for a kiss. He lowered himself further allowing his full weight to rest on Eddie, their bodies now completely intertwined. Buck’s gaze looked onto Eddie’s, and in that moment, the world around them faded away. The intensity of their connection was undeniable, and Buck could see the mix of surprise and delight in Eddie’s eyes. There was a delicate balance of teasing and tenderness that left both of them breathless, caught in a beautiful web of emotions that neither had anticipated.

Buck leaned in, his face just inches from Eddie’s but Eddie halted him by placing a hand over Buck’s mouth. “Hold on, I’ve never..” Buck’s gaze was filled with affection, and Eddie felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. “Can I kiss you?” Buck asked, his voice laced with a hopeful urgency. Eddie’s heart raced as he looked up at Buck, his eyes betrayed a mix of fear and uncertainty. He had never kissed a man before, and despite his declaration of being gay, doubts crept in. What if he was merely leading Buck on, fueled by jealousy over Buck’s interactions with another man? The thought gnawed at him, leaving him questioning his own feelings. As Eddie’s mind spiralled, Buck sensed turmoil and gently shifted away, sitting up and placing his hands over Eddie’s. “Hey, what’s going on?” he asked softly. Eddie opened his eyes, feeling a deep sense of shame for potentially squandering the chance to share a kiss with Buck. Words eluded him, and he turned his head in an attempt to escape the moment. But Buck, with a firm yet tender grip, turned Eddie’s chin to face him. In that instant, clarity washed over Eddie; he realised he wasn’t pretending or faking his feelings. This was real, and it was undeniable. With newfound determination, Eddie pushed Buck back onto the sofa, leaning in the press his lips against Buck’s, The world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them in a bubble of intimacy. It felt as if nothing else mattered; Buck was his entire universe, The way Buck’s mouth parted slightly, inviting Eddie’s tongue to explore, sent shivers down his spine. The soft sounds that escaped Buck’s lips when Eddie’s hand found its way to Buck’s hip, and the way Buck reciprocated the gesture, created a symphony of connection between them. In that moment, everything felt flawless, and Eddie knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

Buck gently pulled away from the kiss, sensing Eddie’s eagerness to keep the moment going. “Hey, we don’t have to rush into everything tonight,” he said, trying to temper the excitement. Eddie took a moment to breathe, absorbing Buck’s words. “We have all the time in the world,” Buck reassures him. As he glanced at Eddie, he couldn’t help but notice the tousled hair and the slightly unbuttoned shirt that made him look adorably disheveled. Buck’s gaze was filled with warmth and admiration, and Eddie caught on to the intensity of it. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Eddie asked with a light chuckle, playfully nudging Buck with a pillow. A broad smile spread across Eddie’s face, one that made his cheeks ache, but he welcomed the feeling. “I’ve never seen you this happy,” Buck remarked, and Eddie couldn’t argue with that sentiment. It had been ages since he had felt such genuine joy, and the realization brought a sense of comfort. “It’s nice,” they both agreed, settling more comfortably on the couch, their limbs still intertwined in a cosy embrace. The atmosphere was filled with a sense of ease, as if the world outside had faded away, leaving just the two of them in their little bubble of happiness. Buck looked up at Eddie, laughter bubbling within him, and asked, “What?” The playful banter continued, and Buck, unable to contain himself blurted out, “You’re definitely gay,” which only made Eddie smile wider. In response, Eddie wrapped his arms around Buck, pulling him into a warm hug that felt like home. The comfort of their closeness enveloped them, and soon they found themselves drifting off to sleep, nestled in each other’s arms. The world outside was forgotten as they surrendered to the peacefulness of the moment.

Waking up in Buck’s loft was a familiar routine for Eddie, yet finding himself nestled in Buck’s embrace was a delightful surprise. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of hope that this moment would become as natural as the air he breathed in the days to come. There was something undeniably special about waking up before Buck; while Buck’s chaotic energy was something Eddie cherished, witnessing him in a state of serene tranquility felt like a rare gift, one that he savoured deeply. As the morning light filtered through the windows, Eddie found himself reluctant to disturb Buck’s peaceful sleep. He knew they had a busy day ahead, and the thought of waking Buck weighed on him, but he craved just a few more moments to admire the calmness that seemed to envelop him. Unfortunately, his fidgeting must have given him away, as Buck’s eyes fluttered open to find Eddie lost in thought, staring at him. Embarrassment washed over Eddie, prompting him to quickly hide his face, but Buck’s soft chuckle eased the tension, inviting him to rise and start the day. With a playful nudge, Buck encourages Eddie to get moving, before heading to the kitchen to brew their morning coffee. Eddie, having brought his work bag along, opted to change in the living room, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air and awakening his senses.. The comforting scent filled the loft, mingling with the warmth of the moment, as Eddie and Buck prepared for the day ahead, both grateful for the quiet intimacy they shared last night.

Buck and Eddie regularly carpooled to work, a routine that had become so commonplace that no one would think twice about it. As Buck stepped out of the car first, he waved Eddie off to find a parking spot, making his way up the stairs to the station. Upon entering, he was met with the cheerful faces of Hen, Chimney, and Bobby. Bobby, noticing Buck’s unusually bright demeanour, remarks, “You seem awfully happy, kid.” Buck, with a wide grin and slightly flushed cheeks, responded, “Do I?” Chimney, the instigator, teased him further, “Did you get lucky last night?” Buck playfully slapped Chimney on the back, eliciting laughter from the group, even from Chimney himself. Hen, intrigued by Buck’s happiness, pressed for more details, but just then, Eddie bounded up that stairs with an unmistakable spring in his step. The moment Hen saw him, she connected the dots and realised that Buck and Eddie must have finally taken their relationship to the next level. She decided to keep this revelation to herself, not wanting to spoil the moment for the others. Bobby quickly caught on as well, recognising that Eddie’s cheerful demeanour was a stark contrast to his usual self. Meanwhile, Chimney remained oblivious, looking around in confusion and asking, “What am I missing?” His desperate plea for clarity only fueled the laughter among his friends. As the laughter subsided, Hen turned to Chimney with a smirk, declaring, “You owe me fifty dollars.” Chimney’s eyes widened as he glanced between Buck and Eddie, realising that Hen had won their long-standing bet on when the two would finally get together. “No way!” he exclaimed, a mix of disbelief and frustration in his voice. Although slightly annoyed that they hadn’t waited a week longer, Chimney couldn’t help but feel happy for his friends. Bobby, with a broad smile, then called for Buck and Eddie to join him, mentioning they needed to sign some papers. Both men exchanged puzzled looks, wondering if everyone had been waiting for this moment all along.

As Buck and Eddie stepped out of Bobby’s office, they made their way back up the stairs, where they found Chimney in a state of panic. Buck approached him with a casual demeanor, asking, “Man, you good?” Chimney looked up at him, his expression a mix of frustration and urgency, as if Buck were the source of his distress. “You have to tell Maddie now,” he insisted, pointing to his phone where Maddie was calling. Buck chuckled, brushing off the concern, “I’ll tell her after our shift, just don’t mention us.” The situation was ripe for comedy, and Buck couldn’t help but feel a sense of amusement at the thought of Chimney trying to maintain a normal conversation with Maddie while harbouring such a significant secret. It was a scenario that could have easily been a scene from a sitcom. With the tension and humour intertwining perfectly. The idea of everyone watching Chimney squirm while he navigated this delicate situation was almost too good to pass up; it was as if they were all spectators at a live show, popcorn in hand, waiting for the next hilarious moment to unfold. Despite the mounting pressure, Chimney managed to keep his lips sealed, refraining from spilling the beans about Buck and Eddie’s relationship. The relief and gratitude from Buck and Eddie were palpable, their laughter echoing through the stairwell as they thanked Chimney for his discretion.

As their shift drew to a close, an overwhelming sense of dread washed over Eddie. The weight of the conversation he needed to have with Christopher loomed large in his mind. His son, who was currently living in Texas with his grandparents, had been harbouring resentment towards him, and the thought of reaching out felt like an insurmountable challenge. Eddie grappled with the question of whether he even needed to share this part of his life with Christopher. He had made a promise to his son to be open and honest, yet every phone call seemed to reinforce a growing chasm between them, making genuine communication feel nearly impossible. The prospect of revealing his sexuality and his relationship with Buck filled Eddie with trepidation. Buck had always been an integral part of his life, someone who not only loved Eddie but also cared deeply for Christopher, almost like a father figure. However, the closeness between Eddie and Buck had inadvertently pushed Christopher away from reaching out to Buck, leading him to sever ties with Buck as well. Eddie couldn’t shake the feeling that Christopher’s anger was directed not just at him but also at Buck, complicating the situation further. Eddie’s heart raced as he contemplated the potential fallout of this conversation. He understood that honesty was crucial, yet the fear of losing his son’s trust and love even further weighed heavily on him. Eddie longed for the days when their bond was untainted by misunderstandings and resentment. He hoped that by sharing his truth, he could bridge the gap that had formed between them, allowing for healing and understanding. Yet, the uncertainty of how Christopher would react loomed large, leaving Eddie caught in a whirlwind of emotions as he prepared to take the first step towards reconciliation.

Buck noticed a contemplative look on Eddie’s face, sensing that he was grappling with something significant. He approached him with a gentle inquiry, “Are you alright?” Eddie responded with an eager nod, revealing that he needed to make a call to Christopher. Buck, ever supportive, offered, “Do you want me to be there with you?” However, Eddie was aware that Buck was eager to share the news of their new relationship with his sister, and he felt the weight of the expectation. “No, I’ll be fine, I promise,” he assured Buck, planting a quick kiss on his check before sliding into the driver’s seat. He was ready to take Buck to Maddie’s house before returning to his own place. As they drove, Buck couldn’t help but notice that Eddie was unusually quiet, a stark contrast to his usual demeanour. It was clear to Buck that Eddie was preoccupied with the thought of how Christopher would react to the news, especially given the tumultuous nature of their relationship at the moment. Buck attempted to ease the tension, saying, “It will be okay, you know.” Despite his words, he could sense that Eddie was only partially convinced. Buck understood that Christopher wouldn’t judge his father for his sexuality or for dating him, but Eddie longed for a sign of acceptance from his son - something that would indicate that Christopher cared or was at least willing to try to understand. The atmosphere in the car was thick with unspoken worries, and Buck felt a mix of empathy and concern for Eddie. He wanted to be a source of strength for him, yet he also recognised the complexity of the situation. Eddie’s desire for his son’s approval weighed heavily on him, and Buck could only hope that Christopher would respond with an open heart.

After dropping Buck off at Maddie’s place, Eddie found himself making the familiar journey back to his own home. Recently, he had been spending an increasing amount of time at Buck’s loft, so returning to his own space felt somewhat unusual. As he stepped through the door, a strange sense of emptiness washed over him; the absence of his son, who was still in Texas with family, lingered heavily in the air. It was a stark reminder of how much he missed Christopher, and the quietness of the house amplified that feeling. In an attempt to bridge the distance, Eddie decided to send Christopher a text, hoping for a chance to video call. He was accustomed to his son taking his time to respond, often waiting hours for a reply, so he was pleasantly surprised when a message came through just minutes later, confirming that Christopher was available for a call. With a mix of excitement and nerves, Eddie quickly tidied his hair, wanting to present himself well for the conversation. He hadn’t given much thought to how he would share his feelings with Christopher, but he felt it was important to be open, trusting that his son would respond with understanding rather than negativity. When the call connected, Eddie was greeted by Christopher’s familiar face, which brought a wave of warmth and nostalgia. It was evident that his son was growing up, and while that tugged at Eddie’s heart, he reminded himself that this call was about something significant. “I have something important to tell you,” Eddie began, his voice tinged with apprehension, fearing that Christopher might not be interested. To his relief, Christopher encouraged him to continue, and Eddie took a deep breath before revealing, “So, Buck and I, um, we kind of got together.” This initial shock on Christopher’s face quickly transformed into a radiant smile, and Eddie felt a rush of joy as his son exclaimed, “Dad, Finally!” Hearing Chris call him “dad” again after so long filled Eddie with warmth, reminding him of the bond they shared, even across the miles separating them.

Buck approached Maddie’s front door after Eddie had dropped him off, his heart racing with anticipation. He knocked gently, and as soon as the door swung open, Maddie enveloped him in a warm embrace, her arms wide open. She welcomed him inside, and they made their way to the dining room table, where Buck felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, knowing he had something significant to share with her. Taking a deep breath, Buck began, “So, Eddie and I—” but before he could finish, Maddie interrupted him with a gleeful exclamation, “You two started dating?” Her enthusiasm caught him off guard, leaving him momentarily speechless. It was surprising to him that the news had spread so quickly. “Yes, did Chimney tell you?” he asked, trying to piece together how she knew. Maddie chuckled softly, shaking her head, “No, I was just waiting for you to realise you liked him for a long time.” Buck felt a mix of disbelief and embarrassment wash over him as he processed her words. “It was exhausting,” she admitted, and immediately burst into laughter, clearly enjoying the moment. Feeling slightly offended by her teasing, Buck playfully responded, “Okay, okay, enough!” He pulled her into another hug, grateful for her support. “I am happy for you though, Buck,” she said, her voice warm and sincere. He smiled down at her, feeling a wave of happiness wash over him. This new relationship with Eddie had brought him a joy he had never experienced before, and in that moment, he realised just how much Eddie meant to him.

After bidding farewell to Maddie, Buck began his journey toward Eddie’s house. The walk was a welcome respite, allowing him to savour the gentle caress of the breeze against his skin and the soft patter of rain as it fell. He appreciated how the wind would playfully lift his clothes, creating a sense of freedom and connection to the world around him. This simple act of walking became a meditative experience, a way for him to unwind and let nature soothe his racing thoughts. Buck relished the idea that by taking his time, he could avoid interrupting the conversation Eddie was having with Christopher, which he knew was important to both of them. As he walked, Buck couldn’t shake the feeling of longing for Christopher. Their interactions had dwindled significantly, and Buck felt the weight of that absence. He understood that Christopher was navigating his own tumultuous emotions, particularly his frustration with Eddie. It was a challenging time for a teenager, and Buck didn’t harbour any resentment towards him. Instead, he found himself wishing that Christopher’s anger wouldn’t spill over onto their friendship. Buck had always been there for Christopher, and it pained him to feel the distance growing between them. Months had passed since their last meaningful exchange, and Buck found himself yearning for a simple message from Christopher. He recognised that his close relationship with Eddie might have made Christopher feel like he couldn’t go to him when he had a problem with his father. However that didn’t make Buck miss him any less.

As Buck unlocked the door to Eddie’s house, he stepped inside to find Eddie comfortably settled on the couch, his laptop resting on his lap. The moment Eddie spotted Buck, he waved him over with an inviting gesture. Buck quickly set down his bag and other items, slipping off his shoes before making his way to the couch. Just as he was about to snuggle up next to Eddie, he noticed Christopher’s face on the screen, which made the situation a bit awkward. Eddie broke the silence, informing Buck that Christopher wanted to have a private conversation with him, leaving Buck surprised; he hadn’t realised Christopher still wanted to reach out to him. With a mix of curiosity and uncertainty, Buck took the laptop from Eddie and retreated to the privacy of Eddie’s bedroom. He felt a bit lost for words, and it seemed Christopher was in the same boat. Buck decided to break the ice with a light-hearted question, asking, “How’ve you been, Superman?” He hoped the nickname wouldn’t come off as too childish, but Christopher’s smile reassured him that it was still well-received. “I’m really sorry,” Christopher replied, his expression heavy with regret. Buck could see the sincerity in his eyes, but he felt it unnecessary for Christopher to apologise; he understood the struggles that had kept them apart. “Hey, it’s alright. You were dealing with a lot,” Buck reassured him, knowing that Christopher had his reasons for distancing himself when he first moved to Texas. Christopher acknowledged this, expressing a desire to reconnect, “Can we start texting again?” Buck’s heart lifted at the prospect, and he responded with a bright smile, “Yeah, of course, kid.” Christopher shot him a playful glare, reminding him, “I’m not a kid anymore.” Buck chuckled, “Yeah, yeah, sorry, Chris” Their laughter filled the room, and as Buck glanced toward the bedroom door, he noticed Eddie standing there, grinning widely, clearly pleased to witness the joyful reunion.

Life seemed to carry on as usual after that. During their shifts, Buck and Eddie’s playful banter and flirtatious touches became more frequent, yet the atmosphere at work remained largely unchanged. Outside of their professional lives, however, they were inseparable, often found at either Buck’s loft or Eddie’s house. They would lounge on the couch, beers in hand, engrossed in movies or battling it out in video games. The difference now was palpable; while they once enjoyed these activities as friends, they now found themselves wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing tender kisses throughout the film or celebrating victories in their games with passionate embraces. Their nights together had transformed into a cosy routine, with both men finding comfort in sleeping side by side, whether in Eddie’s bed or Buck’s. Although they had yet to take the step into a more intimate physical relationship, the anticipation lingered in the air, and they still had more time together anyway so there was no need to rush anything. Eddie cherished the warmth of Buck’s presence, and Buck felt equally at home in Eddie’s space. This newfound closeness had become a cherished part of their lives, a rhythm that felt both familiar and exhilarating. The bond they shared had deepened, yet the essence of their connection remained intact. Their days were filled with laughter and lighthearted teasing, while their evenings were reserved for quiet moments of intimacy. The world outside faded away as they lost themselves in each other, creating a sanctuary where they could explore their feelings without fear.

Eddie and Buck had begun to reconnect with Christopher more frequently, and while he still hesitated to return to Los Angeles, this was a significant step forward. Their conversations often stretched for hours, filled with nostalgia as they reminisced about the past while also sharing stories from their current lives. The laughter and camaraderie they once enjoyed were rekindled, and they found themselves diving into video games together, just like the good old days when they were inseparable. The atmosphere was almost idyllic, with the trio reliving cherished memories and creating new ones, yet the absence of Christopher in LA lingered like an unfinished chapter. Despite his reluctance to make the move back just yet, there was a sense of optimism in the air. Each conversation brought them closer, and it was evident that Christopher was warming up to the idea of returning, even if he needed a little more time to fully commit to the transition. Christopher himself acknowledged this shift, expressing a desire to come back, albeit not immediately. His words carried a promise of hope, suggesting that the reunion they all longed for was on the horizon.
During one of their phone conversations with Christopher, Eddie had dozed off rather quickly, allowing Buck to seize the moment for a private chat with Christopher. He leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a whisper to avoid disturbing Eddie. “Hey Chris, can I ask you something?” Buck inquired, his heart racing with anticipation. Christopher, slightly puzzled by the sudden seriousness of the question, nodded in agreement, ready to hear what Buck had to say. Buck took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as he posed the question that had been on his mind. “Can I marry your dad?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, bracing himself for Christopher’s response. To his immense relief, Christopher’s face lit up with joy, and he nearly leaped through the screen, as if he could reach Buck for a hug. “Of course you can!” he exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious and heartwarming. Buck felt a wave of happiness wash over him, and Buck quickly added a playful caveat, “You have to be here for the wedding though.” Christopher rolled his eyes dramatically, as if the answer was obvious. Buck couldn’t help but chuckle at the exchange, trying desperately to stifle his laughter to avoid waking Eddie, who was blissfully unaware of the heartfelt conversation unfolding barely a few feet away.

Buck decided to take a day off from work, carefully planning his absence so that Eddie would be on duty and completely unaware of his intentions. This strategic move was not just to keep Eddie in the dark; Buck wanted to ensure that the surprise remained a secret from everyone else as well. Buck was determined to keep the entire process under wraps until the moment he could reveal his heartfelt proposal. The only person he trusted with this exciting endeavour was Christopher, who had eagerly agreed to assist him in selecting the perfect engagement ring. As they embarked on their ring-hunting adventure, Buck would often spot rings that he thought would catch Eddie’s eye and promptly snap a picture to send to Christopher for his opinion. However, Christopher proved to be quite discerning, having a specific vision of what the ring should embody. After visiting four different jewelry stores, their search felt increasingly challenging, as they struggled to find a ring that met both of their expectations. Each store brought a mix of hope and disappointment, but they remained committed to finding the ideal symbol of Buck’s love for Eddie. Just when they were beginning to lose hope, Buck stepped into the final store, and everything changed. There, nestled among the displays, was an engagement ring that instantly captivated Buck and after sending it to Chris it captivated him too. It was a design that radiated beauty and elegance, and they both felt a surge of confidence that Eddie would adore it as well. With excitement bubbling over, Buck made the purchase, sealing the moment with a sense of finality. Now, all that remained was for him to plan the perfect proposal, a moment that would mark the beginning of a beautiful new chapter in their lives.

Buck quickly typed a message to Christopher, informing him that he had successfully acquired the engagement ring. A whirlwind of emotions swirled within him, his stomach fluttering with anticipation. The thought of spending his life with Eddie filled him with joy, envisioning a future where they could create their own little world, leaving the chaos of the outside behind. Buck’s heart raced at the prospect of building a life together, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of euphoria at the idea of their shared journey ahead. As Buck considered the possibility of Christopher moving back sooner than expected, he felt a surge of optimism. After all, Christopher had played a significant role in selecting the ring, and Buck was certain that he would want to be part of the entire wedding process. The thoughts of their little family growing closer brought a warmth to Buck’s heart, making him chuckle at the delightful possibilities that lay ahead. With a grin spreading across his face, Buck found himself daydreaming about the future he envisioned with Eddie and Christopher and maybe even a little girl down the line. The laughter, the shared moment, and the love that would envelop them all filled him with a sense of contentment. He could already picture them all navigating life together, supporting one another through thick and thin. The excitement of what was to come was almost overwhelming, and Buck couldn’t help but feel that everything was falling perfectly into place.

As the sirens echoed through the air at the 118 firehouse, the urgency of the situation became palpable. Two vehicles had collided violently, and amidst the chaos, a bystander had been struck down. The crew sprang into action, quickly boarding the fire engine and ambulance, racing towards the scene of the accident. Bobby took charge, directing Ravi, who was stepping in for Buck, and Eddie to assess the condition of the passengers trapped in the cars. Meanwhile, he assigned Hen and Chimney the critical task of attending to the bystander, who lay motionless on the pavement. Ravi, known for his competence and quick thinking, worked diligently alongside Eddie, who couldn’t help but feel a twinge of nostalgia for Buck’s presence during such intense moments. The bond they shared was irreplaceable, and while Ravi was proving to be a capable substitute, Eddie found himself longing for his Buck. Together, they carefully examined the passengers in both vehicles, relieved to discover that, despite the severity of the crash, none appeared to be suffering from life-threatening injuries. It was a stroke of luck in an otherwise harrowing situation.

“Bobby!” Hen’s voice rang out, causing everyone to lift their head in curiosity. Bobby quickly made his way over to Hen and Chimney, eager to find out what had caught their attention.. As he approached, he noticed Eddie striding purposefully toward them, an intensity in his demeanour that suggested he was on a mission. “Eddie, you might now want to -” Bobby began, attempting to reason with him, but he could see that Eddie was already too far gone in his determination. Eddie stood over Buck, who lay there in a state of distress, his body appearing almost severed in two. The sight was harrowing, and Eddie’s gaze was fixed on Buck until he realised that his boyfriend was still alive. “Hey, Buck, how are you holding up?” Eddie asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him, as he grasped Buck’s hand tightly. Buck’s response was a whisper of regret, “I’m so sorry.” The weight of those words hung heavily in the air, and Eddie felt a chill run down his spine. “For what?” he pressed, though he dreaded the answer. Buck’s laughter was a painful sound, mixed with the blood that trickled from his lips. “I thought we had all the time in the world,” he admitted, a bittersweet smile crossing his face as he acknowledged the cruel twist of fate. Eddie’s heart sank as he glanced at Hen and Chimney, desperation flooding his voice as he urged, “Do something!” Deep down, he understood the futility of his plea, yet he clung to hope, unwilling to accept the reality before him. “Buck? Are you still with me?” Eddie’s voice trembled as he sought reassurance from his boyfriend. Buck’s gaze met his, and in that moment, Eddie felt the weight of their shared history, the laughter, the struggle, and the bond that had formed between them.

As Buck’s eyelids began to droop, Eddie’s desperate pleas filled the air, urging him to hold on. “Buck! No, please, Buck!” Eddie’s voice trembled with urgency as he shook Buck gently, trying to rouse him from the encroaching darkness. Bobby, witnessing the heartbreaking scene unfold, stepped in to pull Eddie away, tears streaming down his own cheeks. But just as Bobby’s grip tightened, Eddie’s instincts kicked in, and he halted, his gaze fixated on something clutched tightly in Buck’s hand. The urgency of the moment shifted as Eddie’s curiosity ignited; he needed to uncover the significance of what Buck had been holding onto so fiercely. Crawling back to Buck’s side, Eddie’s heart raced as he carefully pried open Buck’s fingers, revealing a small, intricately designed box nestled within. The sight of it sent a wave of dread crashing over him, and as he lifted the lid, the reality of the situation hit him like a freight train. Inside lay a ring, glimmering with a promise of love and commitment, and in that instant, Eddie’s world shattered. “No, please God no” he cried out, the weight of guilt crashing down upon him. It was his fault that Buck was in this precarious state; he had been planning to propose. Eddie’s gaze drifted back to Buck, who lay motionless, the life in him seemingly fading with the world around them. The vibrant colours dulled into a muted gray, and the sounds of the bustling world faded into an eerie silence. In that moment, it felt as if time itself had come to a standstill, leaving Eddie alone with his anguish. Buck, the person who had brought so much light into his life, was slipping away, and the weight of unspoken words and unrealised dreams hung heavily in the air. Eddie’s heart ached with the knowledge that he would never get the chance to tell Buck how much he meant to him, how he had envisioned a future filled with love and laughter. A future with him. A future where the world would fade away and not take Buck with it.

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Eddie and the rest of the 118 had decided to take as much time off as they needed to grieve the loss of Buck. THe atmosphere was heavy with sorrow, and Eddie was acutely aware that his colleagues were all processing their grief together. He had received an invitation to Bobby’s barbecue after Buck’s funeral, a gathering meant to honour Buck’s memory, but Eddie found himself unable to respond. The reality of Buck’s absence was still too overwhelming for him to accept. It felt surreal to think that Buck, with his infectious laughter and radiant smile, was truly gone forever. In the days following Buck’s departure from the world, Eddie became consumed by his memories, endlessly scrolling through his phone to revisit the countless photos and videos they had shared.

Each image was a bittersweet reminder of their journey together, from the early days of their friendship to the deep bond they had formed as partners. The joy captured in those moments contrasted sharply with the emptiness he felt now. Eddie was trapped in a cycle of nostalgia, unable to move forward, as he clung to the remnant of Buck’s spirit that lingered in every snapshot. Amidst this turmoil, Eddie had yet to reach out to his son, Christopher. He had been avoiding his calls, not out of resentment but from a deep seated fear of shattering the fragile illusion that everything was still okay. The moment he would utter the words that Buck was gone, it would solidify the painful truth for both of them. Eddie knew that sharing this news would not only break his heart but would also devastate Christopher, and he wasn’t ready to face that reality. The weight of grief was suffocating, and he felt utterly lost in a world that had suddenly become so much darker without Buck.

Maddie was acutely aware that her relationship with Eddie wasn’t particularly deep, yet he represented the closest connection she had to Buck. The desire to share her thoughts and feelings about Buck without interruption was strong, and she believed Eddie would be the most understanding person to confide in. With Chimney taking their daughter to Bobby and Athena’s for a barbecue, Maddie had already expressed her disinterest in attending, which provided her with the perfect opportunity to reach out to Eddie. She hoped to coax him out of bed or at least encourage him to sit up and engage in conversation. The past few days had been a struggle for Maddie, as she found herself confined to her bed, only managing to rise for the sake of her daughter.

In contrast, Eddie was alone, grappling with his own grief. His son remained in Texas, and with Buck’s absence, Eddie was left without the light that once brightened his life. Maddie felt a pang of empathy for him, recognising that he, too, was navigating a difficult emotional landscape. This realisation fueled her determination to connect with him, to share their mutual loss and perhaps find solace in each other’s company. As she made her way to Eddie’s place, Maddie felt a mix of apprehension and hope. She understood that their conversation could be a lifeline for both of them, a chance to express their sorrow and reminisce about Buck, who had touched their lives in profound ways. Maddie envisioned a moment where they could both reflect on the memories they cherished, allowing them to process their grief together.

Maddie was well aware that Eddie had been avoiding all forms of communication, ignoring phone calls and texts alike. Rather than attempting to reach out, she decided to take a different approach and personally deliver a few of Buck’s belongings to him. Among the items was a hoodie that belonged to Buck, which she had spritzed with his signature fragrance, hoping to evoke a sense of comfort and familiarity for Eddie. Additionally, she brought along his favourite takeout, wanting to ensure that he was at least consuming something nourishing during this difficult time. In her thoughtful collection of items, Maddie also included the engagement ring that Buck had originally purchased for Eddie. She understood Eddie’s initial reluctance to accept it, but she held onto the hope that he might reconsider now, given the circumstance. The ring was not just a piece of jewelry; it symbolises a promise and a future that they had envisioned together. Maddie believed that perhaps this gesture could reignite some of the warmth and love that had been overshadowed by grief. To further prepare for Eddie’s potential reluctance to engage, Maddie brought along Buck’s ley to Eddie’s house. She anticipated that Eddie might still be in bed, overwhelmed by his emotions, and might not even want to see her. By having the key, she could let herself in, ensuring that she could be there for him without putting additional pressure on him to open the door.

Eddie made the choice to isolate himself once more, retreating into the confines of his room, a sanctuary from a world that felt unbearably empty without Buck. The anger coursing through him was palpable, a fierce flame directed not only at the universe that continued to spin without his beloved but also at Buck himself, who had left him behind. It was a tumultuous mix of emotions; he was furious at someone he could never contront again, someone who had been a cornerstone of his life, someone he still cherished deeply. The longing to see Buck’s face, to feel his warmth, to express the love that still burned brightly within him was overwhelming. Eddie yearned for just one more moment - one more chance to hold him close, to whisper sweet nothings, to bask in the glow of that infectious smile.

The reality of Buck’s absence loomed large in Eddie’s mind, casting a shadow over every aspect of his existence. Each tick of the clock echoed with memories, and every breath he took felt like a reminder of what he had lost. The world outside continued to move forward, but Eddie felt frozen in time, unable to comprehend how life could go on without Buck’s laughter and presence. He found himself grappling with the question of how to navigate life that felt so fundamentally altered. The thought of rejoining the living, of facing the day to day interactions with the rest of the 118, seemed insurmountable. How could he engage with others when every conversation, every shared moment, was tinged with the absence of the one person who made everything worthwhile?

Stuck in a cycle of grief, Eddie had barely left the confines of his bed since Buck’s passing. The only times he mustered the strength to rise were for the most basic of needs, yet even those moments felt like a chore. He was trapped in a state of inertia, a prisoner of his own sorrow, as the days blurred into one another. The thought of eating, of socialising, or even of simply getting out of bed felt foreign and daunting. While the rest of the team seemed to find a way to cope, to carry on with their lives, Eddie remained ensnared in his own despair, feeling as though he was slowly fading away. Alone in his room, he wrestled with the weight of his grief, longing for a way to break free from the chains of his heartache and find a path back to the light.

Maddie stepped into Eddie’s home, flicking on the lights as she made her way to the dining room. She carefully placed the takeaway meal she had brought for him on the table, hoping that it might entice Eddie to eat something, anything, other than the comfort of his bed. Knowing how deeply he was struggling, she had also set down the engagement ring that Buck had intended to give him, along with one of Buck’s hoodies, hoping to provide a sense of warmth and familiarity. Having visited Eddie’s house a few times before, Maddie was familiar with its layout, which made her feel a bit more at ease as she approached his bedroom door. As she stood outside, Maddie hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to knock. She had already entered his space without permission, driven by concern for his well being, but she didn't want to overstep if he truly needed solitude to process his grief. Just then, Eddie heard the knock but was momentarily disoriented, unsure of its source.

He called out, “One sec!” while scrambling to find some clothes, mistakenly thinking it was someone at the front door. In his haste, he tumbled out of bed, landing hard on something on the floor, and let out a frustrated curse as he realised how long it had been since he had last moved. Sitting on the floor, Eddie felt a wave of regret wash over him for even attempting to get up. His legs were tingling from disuse, and he found himself momentarily lost in thought, struggling to remember why he had even gotten out of bed in the first place. The fog in his mind was thick, and he couldn’t recall the last time he had eaten or even taken a sip of water. The weight of his grief was palpable, and as he sat there, he realised just how much he needed someone to help him navigate though this dark time.

Maddie could hear a flurry of activity coming from Eddie’s room after she knocked, but the noise abruptly ceased, leaving an unsettling silence in its wake. Concerned she decided to knock again, her voice breaking through the stillness as she called out, “Hey Eddie, it’s MAddie. Can I come in?” Her intention was clear, she wanted to offer her assistance if he needed it. Eddie, on the other hand, was taken aback by how close her voice sounded, as if she were standing right outside his door. “Maddie, how did you get in?” he questioned, puzzled, since he distinctly remembered locking the front door after returning home from Buck’s funeral. “I have a key,” Maddie replied, a hint of determination in her tone. Although it was Buck’s key, it was now in her possession, and she felt justified in using it. Eddie was aware that Maddie didn’t have her own key to his house, but he didn’t have the energy to dwell on that detail. His focus was on the pressing need for help; his legs felt numb and weak, and the thought of trying to stand up on his own was daunting. He briefly considered crawling back to his bed, but the soreness in his muscles made even that seem like an insurmountable task. “Maddie, can you help me?” Eddie finally asked, realising that he might as well accept her assistance, despite wanting to push her away. The vulnerability of his situation weighed heavily on him, and he knew he couldn’t manage alone.

Maddie heard Eddie’s call for assistance and gently pushed open the door to his bedroom. As she stepped inside, the sight that greeted her was overwhelming; the room was in utter disarray. The curtains hung limply, half torn from their fixture, while the floor was a chaotic mix of scattered pillows, blankets, shattered dishes, and torn books. It was as if the state of the room mirrored the turmoil within Eddie’s mind, a physical manifestation of his distress. Among the wreckage, a broken picture frame lay on the bedside table, its glass shattered, revealing a cherished photo of Eddie and Buck, both beaming with joy, alongside a smiling Christopher.

The image was a painful reminder of what Eddie had lost - Chrisopher was far away in Texas, and Buck was gone forever. Searching for Eddie amidst the chaos, Maddie found him sitting on the floor, his back resting against a broken dresser. Carefully navigating the debris scattered around, she approached him, her heart aching at the sight of his tear stained face. “What’s wrong?” she asked softly, with concern lacing her voice. Eddie’s gaze fell to his legs, a look of exhaustion etched across his features. “I can’t move,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Once a robust firefighter, known for his strength and stature, Eddie now seemed diminished, and Maddie was taken aback by how light he felt when she lifted him. It was a stark contrast to the powerful man she remembered, and it filled her with a sense of urgency. After carefully placing Eddie back on his bed, Maddie noticed a fresh wound on his leg, blood seeping from where he must have inadvertently sat on the shards of glass littering the floor.

Maddie’s gaze fell upon the crimson stains that were beginning to spread across the bed sheets on Eddie’s bed. “Eddie, you’re bleeding,” she said, her voice laced with concern. Eddie instinctively glanced down at the back of his thigh, where he had been oblivious to the injury until that moment. THe realisation hit him like a wave, and a sharp, searing pain shot through his leg, causing him to grunt involuntarily. The sudden awareness of his wound made the discomfort all the more intense, and he struggled to process the situation. As Eddie began to protest against standing. Maddie was already moving to assist him, her determination evident. “Come on, I’ll take care of it in the kitchen,” she encouraged, knowing that he would need her support to rise. Despite feeling vulnerable in just his boxers, Eddie recognised that Maddie was just trying to help, and he reluctantly accepted her aid. With her steady presence, he managed to get to his feet, leaning heavily on her as they made their way toward the kitchen, each step a reminder of the pain radiating from his thigh. Once they reached the kitchen, Maddie carefully guided Eddie to a bar stool, ensuring he was seated comfortably before she dashed back to the bathroom to retrieve a first aid kit.

Eddie sat quietly on a stool in the kitchen, lost in his thoughts, when something caught his eyes. It seemed that Maddie had brought something with her, gazing toward the dining table, he was met with a collection of familiar items. Among them lay a hoodie that he instantly recognised as belonging to Buck, a bag of his favourite takeout, and the engagement ring that Byck had intended to give him. Each item stirred a whirlwind of emotions within Eddie, pulling him closer to the memories they represented. With a wince of pain shooting through his leg, Eddie carefully rose from the stool and stumbled his way to the table, drawn by an invisible force toward Buck’s belongings. He reached for the hoodie, feeling its soft fabric against his fingers, a tangible reminder of the warmth and comfort Buck had always provided. Bringing it to his face, he inhaled deeply, hoping to catch a lingering trace of Buck’s scent. The familiar aroma enveloped him, and in that moment, the weight of his grief became too much to bear. Eddie sank to his knees, clutching the hoodie tightly as tears streamed down his face, each sob echoing the depth of his longing for Buck. Maddie, hearing the muffled sounds of distress, quickly retrieved the medkit and rushed back to Eddie’s side. Upon seeing him on the floor, the hoodie pressed against his face, a bittersweet smile crossed her lips. It was clear how deeply Eddie had loved her brother, and in that moment, Maddie felt a profound sense of loss herself. She wished with all her heart that Buck were still alive, that he could be here to share in the love and laughter that once filled their lives.

Maddie knelt beside Eddie, who was utterly devastated, still gripping Buck’s hoodie tightly. She set the medkit down on the dining table, right next to the takeaway food she had brought along. Drawing Eddie closer, she offered him a comforting embrace as his sobs grew more intense, echoing the depth of his sorrow. Despite the emotional turmoil surrounding them, Maddie was acutely aware of the urgent need to tend to Eddie’s leg, which was still bleeding from a wound on his thigh. “I’ve got you, Eddie,” she reassured him, gently lifting him to help him settle into a chair at the dining table. Eddie felt overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness, unable to control his tears or even his legs.

The absence of Buck weighed heavily on him, amplifying his feelings of despair. As MAddie opened the medkit, she carefully removed the small shards of glass embedded in his wound before applying gauze and a bandage. “Thank you,” Eddie murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Eddie noticed how much weight he had lost since Buck’s passing, and her heart ached for him. “Are you hungry?” she inquired, hoping to coax him into eating something, knowing he had been neglecting his own needs. Eddoe looked up at her, a faint nod indicating his agreement. He realised he could no longer ignore his hunger, as he had been slowly withering away. Maddie moved to the kitchen, retrieving two plates. When she returned,, she found Eddie had donned Buck’s hoodie, a small comfort in his grief. She placed one plate in front of him, encouraging him to serve himself rather than forcing food upon him. Sitting across from him, she patiently waited for him to take a few bites before she joined him, hoping that this small act of normalcy might help ease the weight of their shared loss.

As they continue to enjoy their takeout, Eddie suddenly halts his eating, not due to a loss of appetite, but because a painful memory resurfaces. His gaze drifts to the table, landing on the engagement ring - the very one Buck had intended to use to propose to him. It was the same ring that Buck had tragically carried in his pocket when he lost his life. The weight of that moment hangs heavily in the air, and Maddie, noticing his abrupt stillness, inquires, “Are you okay?” Eddie meets her concerned eyes briefly before his focus shifts back to the box containing the ring, a symbol of love now tainted by grief. “Why did you bring this here?” Eddie’s voice trembles with anguish as he confronts Maddie, who sighs in understanding.

She recognises the turmoil within him, knowing he had chosen not to take the ring with him initially. Yet, she believed it was right for Eddie to have it, as it was meant for him, not for her to keep. “Because it is meant for you, Eddie,” she responds gently, trying to read his reaction. The pain in Eddie’s heart is palpable; he struggles to face the box for too long, haunted by the belief that he is somehow responsible for Buck’s death. If Buck hadn’t been out shopping for that ring, perhaps he wouldn’t have been struck by the car. Doubts creep in, making him question whether their love was always fated to end in sorrow. “Please, Maddie, keep it,” Eddie pleads, his voice cracking as tears threaten to spill from his eyes. MAddie observes how he can barely bear to look at the ring’s box, the emotional toll evident on his face. “I am leaving it here,” she asserts, her tone firm despite Eddie’s resistance. He struggles to comprehend her insistence; he doesn’t want the ring, a constant reminder of Buck’s tragic fate and the guilt he carries. To Eddie, it symbolises not just love but also the burden of loss, a reminder that he feels he cannot escape.

Eddie was acutely aware that Maddie was not going to change her stance on the matter at hand. “Can we switch topics?” he implored, his voice tinged with urgency as he sought to redirect their conversation. MAddie, recognising Eddie’s discomfort, accepted his desire to move away from the painful subject. However, as she searched her mind for an alternative topic, she realised that nearly everything they could discuss seemed to circle back to Buck. In a moment of inspiration, she decided to inquire about Christopher. “How is Christopher managing?” she asked, knowing that Buck had played a significant fatherly role in the boy’s life and that the loss would undoubtedly weigh heavily on him. Eddie felt a lump form in his throat at the mention of Christopher. He had yet to break the devastating news to his son about Buck’s passing, and the thought of doing so made the reality of the situation all the more unbearable. The idea of a world without Buck was something he was not ready to confront.

He hesitated, lifting his gaze slightly, perhaps out of a sense of shame for not having told Christopher the truth. “He doesn’t know,” Eddie admitted, a wave of guilt washing over him for keeping his son in the dark about such a significant loss. The weight of that secret felt heavier than ever, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was failing both Buck and Christopher. Maddie was taken aback by Eddie’s revelation. She had assumed that with the increased communication between Eddie, Buck, and Christopher, he would have shared the heartbreaking news by now. “How have you explained Buck’s absence during your conversations with Christopher?” she probed, her concern deepening as she watched Eddie’s expression shift. The silence that followed spoke volumes, and Eddie’s inability to respond only confirmed Maddie’s fears. “You haven’t spoken to him since Buck died, have you?” she asked, her voice laced with a mix of hope and dread. Eddie’s slight nod was all the confirmation she needed.

Maddie was genuinely shocked to realise that Eddie had not yet informed his son about Buck’s death. It struck her deeply that while Eddie had distanced himself from the rest of the 118 in the wake of Buck’s passing, he had also chosen not to confide in his own child. This revelation underscored the profound depth of Eddie’s grief, highlighting just how much he was struggling to cope with the loss. The weight of his sorrow was palpable, and Maddie felt a surge of empathy for him as she processed the situation. As Eddie sat at the table, he managed to eat a significant amount of food, and Maddie felt a sense of relief that his favourite dishes had encouraged him to nourish himself. She took both their plates and made her to the kitchen, ready to clean up. Eddie trailed behind her, moving slowly as fatigue washed over him. It had been over a week since he had engaged in any substantial activity, and even this short walk to the kitchen felt like a monumental effort. The exhaustion was evident in his demeanor, and Maddie could see how much he was struggling. “You can go now,” Eddie said, his voice lacking any harshness but tinged with a weary resignation. He longed to retreat back under the covers, to escape the reality of his grief and let the world slip away once more.

Maddie felt a mix of determination and concern as Eddie asked her to leave, but she was resolute in her decision to stay. She sensed his exhaustion, a weariness that seemed to weigh heavily on him since Buck’s passing. It was clear to her that Eddie was trying to spare her feelings, wanting to avoid the guilt of dozing off while she was still present. “No, I’ll stay; you can go ahead and sleep,” she replied, her smile a gentle reassurance. Although the clock had just struck 4PM, Maddie understood that for Eddie, the day had already taken a toll, and his energy had waned significantly. Eddie, too fatigued to engage in a debate, simply rolled his eyes at her insistence. He opted for the sofa instead of retreating to his bedroom, not wanting to succumb to sleep with someone else in the house. Settling in front of the television, he hoped that the flickering screen would keep him awake, even as his eyelids grew heavier. The familiar sounds of the show played in the background, but his mind was elsewhere, lost in thoughts that weighed him down. Meanwhile, Maddie took the opportunity to tidy up the space, starting with the kitchen before moving on to Eddie’s bedroom. She meticulously gathered broken furniture, shards of glass, and other remnants of the chaos that had unfolded. Once she had finished her task in the bedroom, she returned to the living room, only to find Eddie had succumbed to sleep on the sofa, the television casting a bright glow over him. It was a bittersweet sight; she felt a sense of accomplishment in her efforts to help, yet her heart ached for the pain he was enduring.

Maddie felt an intense compulsion to reach out to Chistopher. Deep down, she understood that doing so would feel like a betrayal to Eddie, but the urgency of the situation weighed heavily on her conscience. Christopher needed to be informed about Buck’s death, and Eddie was in dire need of reconnecting with his son, especially in this moment of crisis. Maddie was acutely aware that Eddie felt utterly alone, with his child in another state and Buck now gone forever, buried sex feet under. As she glanced over at Eddie, who was slumped on the sofa in a deep sleep, Maddie realised she had to act quickly. She didn’t have Christopher’s number memorized, but fortune smiled upon her as she noticed Eddie’s phone resting on the coffee table. With a quick decision, she snatched it up, relieved to find that it was unlocked and accessible. Her heart raced as she navigated through the contacts, her mind focused on the task at hand. She headed straight for the favourites lists, knowing that time was of the essence. There were only two names listed in Eddie’s favourites: Buck and Christopher. This realisation struck Maddie with a mix of emotions; it highlighted the deep bond between the three of them, yet it also underscored the gravity of the situation. The weight of the decision loomed large, but she knew it was necessary for Eddie’s sake and for Christopher’s too.

Maddie glanced at her phone and saw a flurry of missed calls, predominantly from Christopher, but there were also notifications from BObby, Chim, Hen, and even a couple from herself. It was clear that everyone had been reaching out, eager to maintain a connection, yet Eddie had resolutely shut them all out, choosing instead to immerse himself in his sorrow. The weight of his grief was palpable, and Maddie felt a pang of frustration mixed with concern as she contemplated the situation. Her finger lingered over Christopher’s name, knowing that he needed to be informed about Buck’s death. Ideally, she wished Eddie would take the initiative to share the news himself, but after nearly a month of avoidance, it seemed unlikely that he would change his mind now. The thought of having to bear this burden alone weighed heavily on her, and she felt a sense of urgency to act before it was too late. With a deep breath, Maddie quietly left the living room to avoid waking Eddie, who was lost in his troubled dreams. She made her way to the kitchen, where the atmosphere felt charged with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. As she dialled Christopehr’s number, a mix of determination surged within her. It was time to break the silence and reach out, even if it meant stepping into the uncomfortable role of messenger in this devastating situation.

The phone rang only a handful of times before Maddie heard a familiar voice on the other end, filled with urgency. “Dad?” Christopher’s tone was laced with desperation, and in that moment, Maddie realised that she made a mistake by not calling him from her own phone. “I’m sorry, it’s Maddie,” she managed to say, her voice trembling as tears threatened to spill over. The weight of the news she had to deliver pressed heavily on her heart, but she knew she couldn’t avoid it any longer. “Is Dad and Buck okay? No one is answering my messages,” Chrsitopher’s voice was tinged with worry, and Maddie felt a pang of guilt over the fact that he had been kept in the dark for so long. Maddie could sense the anguish in Christopher’s voice, and it made her own heart ache. She struggled to find the right words, knowing that the truth would shatter him. “You dad is okay but -” she began, her voice faltering as the reality of the situation loomed over her. It was almost unbearable to utter the words that confirmed her worst fears.

The thought of telling him that Buck was gone felt like a weight pressing down on her chest. “Buck died sweetheart,” she finally said, her voice breaking as the tears streamed down her face. The silence that followed was deafening, filled only by Christopher’s shocked intake of breath. “What?” Christopher’s disbelief was palpable, and Maddie could hear the tremor in his voice as he struggled to process the devastating news. “When?” he asked, his words barely above a whisper, filled with a raw pain that echoed in Maddie’s heart. She took a moment to gather herself fighting back the tears that threatened to overwhelm her. “Just under a month ago,” she replied softly, and the sound of Christopher’s wailing on the other end shattered her composure. In that moment, they both succumbed to the grief, crying together over the phone, sharing a sorrow that felt insurmountable.

After several more minutes of shared sorrow over the phone, Christopher finally manages to compose himself and asks Maddie, “How is my dad doing?” The weight of the moment hangs heavy, especially since Christopher is acutely aware that Buck had been on the verge of proposing to his father before his untimely death. Maddie, feeling the gravity of the situation, takes a deep, shaky breath before responding, “Honestly, not great, but I’m with him now.” She reflects on her own struggles, realising that she should have reached out to Eddie sooner, but the loss of her brother had consumed her, leaving her grappling with her own grief. “Can I come?” Christopher’s vice is barely above a whisper, filled with a longing that tugs at Maddie’s heart. For over five months, he had been living with his grandparents in Texas, a situation that, while understandable, weighed heavily on Eddie.

Maddie knows that it’s not her place to dictate whether he should return, yet she can’t shake the feeling that them being together might be what they both need. “Of course you can, Chris,” she replied, a small smile breaking through her own sadness. “Can I speak to Dad?” Christopher’s question comes through a series of sobs, and Maddie feels a pang of desperation to say yes. However, the reality is that Eddie is asleep, unaware that she has taken his phone to contact Christopher. “How about tomorrow? He is asleep right now,” she suggests, knowing that while it’s technically true, it feels like a half truth. She could easily wake Eddie, but the thought of explaining to him that she contacted Christopher without his consent while still on the line makes her hesitate. Maddie understands that she will have to tell Eddie about the call, but she resolves to do so when the time feels right, perhaps tomorrow when emotions have settled a bit.

Just a week had gone by since Maddie shared with Eddie that she had spoken to his son about Buck’s death. Initially, Eddie was consumed by anger, but as time passed, he found himself expressing gratitude towards her. The weight of delivering such heartbreaking news to his son had been a burden he had been avoiding for a month, and now that it was done, he felt a mix of relief and sorrow. Although Eddie remained confined to his home, he was slowly making strides toward recovery, with Maddie choosing to stay with him on the couch to ensure he was eating and managing to get out of bed. The support from friends was also crucial during this difficult time. Bobby, Chimney, and Hen had all rallied around Eddie, lending a hand to help him restore some order to his home and life. Their presence was a comforting reminder that he was not alone in his grief. Together, they tackled the chaos that had accumulated, each small task serving as a step toward healing. Eddie appreciated their efforts, even if he struggled to fully engage with the world around him.. The simple act of having someone by his side made the burden of grief a little lighter. With each passing day, he found himself gradually opening up, allowing the warmth of friendship to seep into the cracks of his heart.

Christopher was in the midst of packing up his things, preparing for a return to his father's home. Although he hadn’t yet shared the news with his dad, the longing to reconnect was palpable. The absence of Buck weighed heavily on his heart, a reminder of the bond they all shared. Christopher felt a deep yearning to be closer to his father, to bridge the distance that had separated them for too long. He craved the comfort of familiar faces and the warmth of memories that would keep Buck's spirit alive in their lives. As he sorted through his belongings, each item seemed to carry a story, a fragment of his past that he was ready to revisit. The thought of living with his dad again filled him with a mix of excitement and apprehension. He envisioned the laughter they would share, the late-night conversations, and the simple joys of being together. Christopher knew that being back home would not only bring him closer to his father but also help him navigate the grief of losing Buck.

Maddie was well aware that Christopher was scheduled to return home today, so she took the initiative to gather everyone at Eddie’s place. Fortunately, Eddie was in a surprisingly good mood, a refreshing change from his usual demeanor. Instead of the typical scenario where Maddie had to coax him into eating breakfast, he had taken the time to prepare a meal for both of them. This small act of kindness set a positive tone for the day, and as Maddie prepared to leave, she casually mentioned that she had a few errands to run, which was true enough. With a sense of anticipation, Maddie drove to the airport, her heart racing at the thought of seeing Christopher again. As she arrived, she scanned the crowd, her eyes searching for a familiar face. When she finally spotted him, a wave of joy washed over her. Christopher dashed toward her, and in a moment that felt both spontaneous and right, he enveloped her in a warm embrace. It was a gesture that felt almost foreign yet entirely fitting, as if the bond they shared had deepened in the wake of Buck’s passing. Their arms intertwined, Maddie felt an undeniable connection that had been absent before. It was as if Buck’s love had created an invisible thread between them, binding their hearts together in a way that transcended words. In that moment, the weight of their shared grief transformed into a powerful sense of unity, allowing them to find solace in each other’s presence.

As Maddie returned to Eddie's home, she stepped inside with a sense of anticipation. Eddie was quick to embrace her, his hug radiating warmth and gratitude for her thoughtful gesture of gathering everyone while she was away. In that moment, Maddie’s gaze fell upon the engagement ring that Buck had planned to give to Eddie, and a wave of emotion washed over her, filling her with a bittersweet sense of joy. Just as Eddie was about to turn away, the front door swung open once more, and in walked his son, a sight that took Eddie by surprise. It had been months since he had seen Christopher in person, and the sight of him left Eddie momentarily speechless. Overwhelmed with emotion, Eddie knelt down to meet his son at eye level, his heart swelling with love and relief. He wrapped his arms around Christopher, who eagerly returned the embrace, and in that moment, the world outside faded away. They held each other tightly, tears streaming down their faces as they silently expressed their gratitude for this reunion. Yet, amidst the joy, there lingered a profound sadness for the absence of Buck, the man who had been a pillar of strength for both of them. The weight of his absence was palpable, and they both felt the void left behind, a reminder of the love that was missing. As they clung to one another, both Eddie and Christopher found solace in the memories of Buck, imagining him enveloping them in his protective embrace. They could almost feel his presence, as if he were still there, watching over them and ensuring they were safe.