weepy weekend presents: sappy saturday
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some superman au, naturally, and todays alliterative title provided by kathy and alec thank you to them <3
"Wait, were you supposed to tell me?"
Tommy tips his head in Buck's direction. "Bobby said I could tell you," he says with a shrugs. Despite the conversation they're having, Buck's heart warms, knowing that Bobby knew Tommy would want to tell Buck about this. That Buck would want to know. It feels a little like approval, if he allows himself to imagine that's something Bobby would give a person he's dating.
For the first time since Buck showed up on his doorstep Sunday morning, Tommy finally looks as if a weight has fallen off his shoulders, like he's finally able to take a full breath of air again. It makes Buck's chest ache to see it, both because he is so happy to see relief stretch across Tommy's face and fear that the right question from him would prompt Buck to blurt out what he's been hiding from him.
If he wasn't absolutely sure in his decision before, Buck is doubly sure now. As understanding as Tommy may be, there's no reason to hurt him unnecessarily, especially not about something that was such a fluke. After all, its not like Superman is going to hunt him down asking for a repeat.
Tommy has just saved a young boys life, has saved his father's life, too, for as long as he has left to live it. To bring this up now would be unnecessary and cruel. Buck mentally pats himself on the back for his decision, for being mature enough to know that he can take care of Tommy in this way.
Buck wraps his arm around Tommy's shoulders and pulls him close. "I'm so proud of you," he says.
"Because I wrote a flowery article and saved a kids life?" Tommy asks, a little bitchy.
"No," Buck says, shaking his head. "Because you care." Tommy turns to look at him fully now, eyes still a little wet, or maybe wet again. "You care so much, Tommy. And the people of Metropolis are lucky to have you on their side."
The tears are coming in earnest now, and Tommy takes a shaky breath, blinking quickly. "Thank you, Evan."
Leaning forward, Buck presses a lingering kiss to Tommy's forehead, before pulling him down onto his shoulder. They sit like that for awhile, no sounds except for the fountain behind them and the muted sounds of traffic from beyond the building, breathing in sync.
Eventually, they will be reintroduced back into the real world, walking back into the bullpen bustling with discovery. But for now, at least, they can pretend that nothing is happening outside of the little bubble they share together.
