“What do you want from me, Eddie? What do you want?”“I want to know why you’re leaving.”
Buck’s eyebrows twitch, mouth tugging downward. “I can’t sleep in your bed anymore.” Fiddling with his napkin, he adds, quietly, “What am I supposed to do when you get a girlfriend? Sleep on your couch for the rest of my life?”
Eddie does not understand. What does any of that have to do with Buck?
“I’m not seeing anyone, Buck.”
“Yeah,” Buck says, voice fraught. “You’re not.”
Eddie gets the feeling he’s missing something. He stares at Buck, searching his features, looking for what it is. What will make Buck stop looking at him like this, like Eddie’s being mean on purpose? Like he’s saying all the wrong things?
Or: Eddie has changed. Buck likes him like this, too. (Wo…
“What do you want from me, Eddie? What do you want?”“I want to know why you’re leaving.”
Buck’s eyebrows twitch, mouth tugging downward. “I can’t sleep in your bed anymore.” Fiddling with his napkin, he adds, quietly, “What am I supposed to do when you get a girlfriend? Sleep on your couch for the rest of my life?”
Eddie does not understand. What does any of that have to do with Buck?
“I’m not seeing anyone, Buck.”
“Yeah,” Buck says, voice fraught. “You’re not.”
Eddie gets the feeling he’s missing something. He stares at Buck, searching his features, looking for what it is. What will make Buck stop looking at him like this, like Eddie’s being mean on purpose? Like he’s saying all the wrong things?
Or: Eddie has changed. Buck likes him like this, too. (Words: 5,390)