#his little drawer alongside Ana's and Marisol's and they never questioned it

[saucerfulofsins]

Buck doesn’t move in.

Not in the sense he’s familiar with: packing up boxes, sorting through belongings, replacing pillow covers and squabbling over which mugs to keep and which to stash into storage.

He doesn’t even remember when it started, or how. With a pan, maybe, because Eddie’s were shit. A toothbrush alongside Eddie’s and Chris’s. A single clean shirt, then a pair of clean pants, because Eddie got sick of Buck stealing his – and after Eddie got shot, a full drawer in Eddie’s wardrobe.

Now, he has his own mug (or is this originally Eddie’s?) and his spot on the couch and – as of three weeks ago – his designated side on the bed.

And when he says, “I have to go home” because it’s late and he hasn’t been to the loft since, feels a strange sense of obligation – mostly because he pays for the place -

Eddie huffs, curls into him on the couch, wrapping an arm around his waist. He looks up at Buck, waits until their eyes meet, and tells him, “You’re home already.”