#eddiepothos

Eddie: *poking bucks cheek* He's so lifelike 

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Of Course I Love [Him/You] on ao3

(He’d never remember how Buck stood between him and the wall, how Buck hadn’t touched him at all, how Buck had shouted at Chris to stay in his room please. He’d never remember how he broke down crying again and had fallen asleep, pressed into a corner of his room, Buck’s weighted blanket heavy on his body. At how Buck had put Chris to sleep and then had sat opposite Eddie and watched as he slept.)

He didn’t remember it. Part of him was grateful that the worst night of his life was a blur, from the moment he hung up the phone to the day after the next when Buck gently held his hands and checked the wounds. The wounds he had reopened by punching another wall. 

(He begged Buck until he cracked to tell him exactly what happened that night. Every little detail of how Eddie had snapped, crumbled, shattered. He needed to know how badly he fucked up, how badly he scared Chris. How he had started the night on the phone to Anita Mills’s wife, and woke up the day after next with Buck in the kitchen making him a coffee.)

what does the man do (study wise, life wise)? i may have missed it in your fics bc my brain takes on like 30% of anything. thank you so much in advance lovely