#the ending is SO bad im so sorry dshfhdjf

[henswilsons]

into thirty separate parts

ao3 | buck/eddie | 12k+

“Theoretically,” says Buck, as soon as Eddie picks up the phone, “your ex writes a book about you.” There is a pregnant pause. “…Right,” Eddie decides on, finally. “In theory.” “Okay,” Eddie says. Buck can imagine him at the other end of the line pressing his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose, the way he always does when something is confusing him, like Christopher’s Math homework, or Chimney whenever he comes out with something out-of-pocket over the firehouse dining table, which helps, a little, because at least Buck isn’t the only one feeling a little like his stomach is falling out of his ass. “And in theory, where are you now?” “The Barnes & Noble on Sunset.” Buck chews on a thumbnail as Eddie clearly tries to find a way to respond. All the while Taylor Kelly’s printed blue eyes stare deeply into his soul. “Which is… unrelated to the matter at hand?” “Eddie, Taylor’s written a book about me.”

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