#5.06 tag two weeks late

[homerforsure]

“We got out,” Eddie says, loud enough to draw the attention of nearby diners. “Both of us. Nobody got shot. The bad guy's dead. I don’t know what else you want me to say.”

Bad guy. Like he’s explaining it to a goddamn kid. 

“Nothing. I’m glad you’re okay. Then we can just… move on.”

“It’s what I do.”

Bullshit. Eddie’s never moved on from anything in his entire life and Buck wants to shake him. He’s staring at him right now and Eddie looks haunted. He looks exhausted, like he could sleep for a hundred years, and there’s a wildness in the depths of his eyes as he talks about moving on that betrays how desperately he wants it to be true and how much of a lie it really is. Eddie looks the way Buck’s sure he looks right now and if Eddie would just say that he’s not okay, Buck might feel a little less alone. A little less crazy. A little less broken. 

#911 fic #evan buckley fic #eddie diaz fic #5.06 tag two weeks late #a little softer than I thought it was going to be honestly #just buck and eddie being buck and eddie #ie: suffering on their own instead of together and not coping at all with anything #seriously this took forever and the words don't even look like words anymore