forget it jake it's tumblrtown

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tagged by @glorious-spoon ty! I haven't written any fic in ages, as I've an 8k essay due in a few weeks, but it was nice to be reminded of my post mother's boy fic in progress. flouting the last line ethos to just post the whole thing as it's not much

Five steps into the diner, Eddie knows it's a mistake. They've only been driving a few hours, slow-going in this hunk of junk that starts rattling when they accelarate over 60. The radio doesn't work and the a/c only blows hot air, so they wound the windows down instead and after the last anti-clot pit-stop Buck curls against the door, tips his face into the breeze and closes his eyes. Eddie listens to the sound of his breathing, the snuffling snores Buck always lapses into when he falls asleep sitting upright, and when the road is quiet he turns to watch the rise and fall of Buck's chest. He watches the wind blow through Buck's hair, and the path the sunlight takes across Buck's face — bruised to hell and back, but under all the scrapes and cuts still the face that Eddie had thought he might not get to see again. And Eddie would gladly just kept driving, with Buck asleep in the seat beside him, but his arm is killing him and he hates taking painkillers on an empty stomach and there's a sign for a diner just up ahead. Buck doesn't stir at all when Eddie turns into the parking lot, or in the sudden silence that falls when he cuts the engine. Eddie sits a second longer to watch Buck breathe before he reaches over and lays a hand on Buck's arm. The effect is instantaneous. Buck jolts awake hard and fast