#buckw1ld

"Me? " HE WANTS TO LAUGH, he wants to scream, but instead, Eddie's hand reaches the back of his neck awkwardly, rubs a little, and suddenly he's happy this is a phone call, not a video call like they had been planning. IS HE TAKING CARE OF HIMSELF ?

What a strange question , with so many underlying consequences for what could happen. ever since he left LA there had been a tightening in his gut , a building of dread and regret. but he could never voice that. especially not to buck. buck , his best friend. buck who could tell him to get chris and come home , and he just might.

if he had a home ...

SOMETHING FELT WRONG ; how could doing the right thing; what he was meant to do.. feel so wrong. with chris was where he belonged , there was no questioning that , eddie would never question that. and yet, the more he packed up ,the more of his life here that was boxed away. it felt wrong. like this growing ball of anxiety in his stomach ; nerves of seeing his son - sure he knew that was to be expected.

but to return back to the place he had all but run away from ? the thought was nauseating. maybe this was what it meant to be a father , to finally put his son first ; as he should've time and time again. finally ; to not fail him.