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Buck only sort of hears the front door open, and then close quietly. He’s not worried. He probably should be. Like, he thinks he should be concerned that the door to his apartment is being opened by a potentially dangerous person. But he’s not. Because only two people have keys. Maddie and Eddie. Maddie’s at work, or sleeping. At least she should be. That would probably make sense.
He doesn’t know. Because he came home at 6:30 in the morning, ate a pop-tart, and promptly passed out. He had been dead to the world for at least an hour. So
It’s probably Eddie. That'd be awkward; if it wasn’t Eddie.
Eddie was on the same work schedule as him this week. It was mildly concerning that he wasn’t in bed sleeping, but then again it could be a little after the time when Chris gets dropped off for school. Buck’s apartment is close to Chris’ school, so it would make sense if it was Eddie.
Then there's the familiar thunk of Eddie’s feet going up the stairs to his bedroom. Buck hopes Eddie isn’t expecting much from Buck when he gets to the bed. Buck is under a pile of blankets and pillows that swallow him whole. He’s wearing a sweatshirt that probably isn’t his, and for being cold enough to be buried under three different blankets his lack of pants is astonishing.
There’s the sound of Eddie’s shoes hitting the floor and something else that made a softer noise against the wood. Eddie’s mumbling and Buck is sort of paying attention. He’s half asleep so it’s not really his fault.
“I dropped Chris off at school, that same woman, Ms. Fydnic, Ruth’s mom, she’s hitting on me again.” He only sounds half annoyed. He probably was fully annoyed, he was just too tired to care. “I’m this close,” And Buck can imagine the way Eddie is basically pushing his fingers together. “to telling her I’m in a committed relationship.”
Buck snorts from his spot on the bed, and he can feel Eddie’s unamused and fond expression on the back of his head. “You’re not helping.”
Buck just hums as he feels the bed dip, and the blankets lift away. He rolls slightly as the cold hits his legs before Eddie settles and lets the blankets fall back over him.
There’s an arm winding around his waist and a warm heat against his back. Buck linked his fingers with Eddie’s and let himself sink into the warmth. “Y’know,” he started. Eddie squeezed his hands as a sign to continue. “I think we kind removed the b from our ‘bromance’”
Eddie let out a sharp breath of quiet laughter. The small heat of it hit the back of Buck's neck. “You think?”
Buck tilted his head in just the right way so he could press his lips to the edge of Eddie’s jaw. “I’m in love with you.”
Eddie smiles a small, and tired, and quiet thing, but nonetheless adoring. “What a coincidence. I’m in love with you too.”
“My god really?” Buck mumbled, laughing quietly and tucking himself more into Eddie’s figure.
“Yep, head over heels, just for you sweetheart,” Eddie said, letting his fingers wander under the hem of Buck’s -Eddie’s- sweatshirt. “Now go to bed, please. I’m so tired.”
“You know I was asleep before you got here.”
“Yeah but you love me..”
“Mmm, I suppose I do.”
“Go to sleep.”
“I love you.”
“I know.” A small short pause, “I love you too.”