No, Eddie doesn’t want to hide it anymore. Maybe hasn’t for far longer than he’s realized. But what he said to Hezekiah, about Buck being his ... It’s the truest thing Eddie knows. Eddie is Buck’s and Buck is Eddie’s, and it’s about damn time they stopped dancing around it. He wants to be able to lean across the center console and kiss that frown off Buck’s lips. He wants to be able to take Buck’s hand in his and skate a thumb over his knuckles. He wants to be able to rest his hand on Buck’s thigh while they drive to and from work, to and from Chris’s 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.