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His son is in Texas and Eddie has been watching Grey’s Anatomy in an empty house. He’s already made it to season three and he can’t help but roll his eyes whenever Burke is on the screen.
“She’s my person!”
Cristina and Meredith’s friendship makes total sense to him, he thinks. Hell, he too would call his best friend if he murdered someone to help him hide the body. Buck wouldn’t even ask questions.
Eddie smiles at the thought of Buck, he wonders what the other man is doing at this moment. Maybe, helping an old lady cross the street, or dropping a lucky penny on the sidewalk for a kid to find. He’s always been too nice.
Just then, the doorbell rings. And, well, there are only so many people who come to Eddie’s house nowadays.
He stands to let Buck in, quickly panicked by his disheveled appearance until he remembers, it’s just Buck . It’s just his best friend standing outside his door with a six-pack and homemade tamales. (Buck has been trying to improve his Mexican cooking skills so Chris won’t be missing too much when he comes home.)
“Hey, look who it is!” He beams, blue eyes sparkling way too bright to be looking at Eddie. He smiles softly as a greeting and lets Buck in. He really should just have his own key at this point.
Eddie goes back to his spot on the couch to resume watching when Buck finally takes note of the TV. “No way, you’re watching Grey’s ? Things must be worse than I thought.” With a glare to his left dulled by a sense of amusement, Eddie snorts. Buck always knows how to tease him.
Speaking of which, “Would you help me hide the body if I killed someone?”
“Woah, is there something I should know?” And Eddie could hear the grin on Buck’s face if he wasn’t looking right at him.
“Okay, now,” he chuckles, “just answer the question.”
“Obviously, Eddie. You know I have your back.” And Buck continues to explain the logistics of how hard it would be to get away with murder, especially finding a good place to stash the body where nobody would think to look. Somewhere during his spiel Eddie finds himself just looking at Buck, at his large hands gesticulating wildly and his eyes that never seem to dim when Eddie’s around.
“You’re my person.” And Buck, with his beautiful lips, stops talking. Shit, Eddie did not mean to say that out loud.
“What?” He questions with a tilt of his head like the damn golden retriever he is.
“Um,” Eddie chuckles, he might as well full-send it now. “I said, you’re my person. Like Meredith and Cristina.” He points to the TV, still playing at a low volume.
“So we’re doctors now?” Buck jokes but the love on his face is impossible to hide, “I was down to let Hen do that, but hey, if that’s what you want…”
“Whatever, Buck.” He throws a pillow to punctuate his sentence.
Buck laughs and the moment seems to be over, he moves his attention back to the woes of a fake hospital. But, “You’re my person, too, Eddie.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
The following eye contact seems to last forever until it’s broken by the sight of Buck’s hand inching closer to Eddie’s. They both look back up when Buck links their hands and he smiles. And he’s so beautiful and Eddie doesn’t think he can ever trust anyone as much as he trusts Buck. His person, his love.
For a long moment they simply bask in each other’s company, hands intertwined and souls linked. Nothing else needs to be said or done. They just know.