No, Eddie doesnât want to hide it anymore. Maybe hasnât for far longer than heâs realized. But what he said to Hezekiah, about Buck being his ... Itâs the truest thing Eddie knows. Eddie is Buckâs and Buck is Eddieâs, and itâs about damn time they stopped dancing around it. He wants to be able to lean across the center console and kiss that frown off Buckâs lips. He wants to be able to take Buckâs hand in his and skate a thumb over his knuckles. He wants to be able to rest his hand on Buckâs thigh while they drive to and from work, to and from Chrisâs school, to and from the grocery store, to and from their home.
He wants and wants and wants, and Christ, he hopes Buck wants, too. He thinks he might.