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Buck doesn’t call Eddie.
He should, probably. It’s late, and it’s a school night so Chris will be going to bed soon, and Eddie is probably worn out and a little woozy from the pain pills. There is, also, the fact that Buck himself is still a little dazed from-- From the kiss. From when Tommy kissed him.
Tommy kissed him.
Anyway, the point is that Buck should probably call Eddie, if he were thinking about anything besides the scrape of Tommy’s stubble, the heat of him, the calluses on his fingers where he’d grabbed his chin. He’s not thinking though, can’t think, really, and so he finds himself at Eddie’s door at almost 10pm on a weeknight. It should maybe concern him that he barely remembers buckling in his seatbelt, let alone the drive over. He feels a little bit like he’s lost his mind, lit up from the inside, skin prickling all over. He feels incandescent.
or, a conversation, after the kiss.