#live soundbite of me listening to the PIMS rack up in G2 of the Cup final tonight: 'Did I manifest this?'

[alchemistc]

what the agony had been for | bucktommy 2/5

Buck meets some of the people who have helped shape Tommy.

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“Uh... hi, I’m Buck — Evan. You. You probably know me as Evan.” Something softens in her gaze, which Buck internalizes with a shiver of happiness, because no matter how many times he gets proof that Tommy just, like, genuinely likes him, Buck is always surprised by it. “You gonna invite me into my own brothers house, Buck-You-Probably-Know-Me-As-Evan?” Before Buck can think of how to respond — Were we expecting you? feels overbearing, and Uh, okay feels like fodder for Tommy to tease him relentlessly — he feels a hand curl over his shoulder, soft and warm, just enough pressure to make Buck realize he’s managed to hunch in on himself in the short time since he’d opened the door.

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