#the rest of the fam walking in on them repeatedly would be so much comedy gold

[peppermintquartz]

Eddie is checking his phone as he unlocks the door to Buck's apartment, and barely glances up at Buck standing behind the island.

"Chris just texted me," Eddie says with a broad smile on his face and he puts the bag of beers and snacks on the island to text his son back.

"That's, uh, that's great," says Buck.

It's the fact that his best friend doesn't ask for more details that kicks Eddie's subconscious into realising there's something off. He blinks and looks up again.

Buck is blushing. He is wearing his apron - only his apron, from what Eddie can tell from the far end of the island.

Eddie then takes in the dimmed lights, hears the soft music, and the fact that there's nothing cooking on the stove.

And Buck is not moving an inch from where he's standing. And if Eddie shifts a step back and studies the shadowed reflection in the big glass windows...

Eddie takes a deep breath. "Do I wanna ask where Tommy is?"

A big hand sneaks up from below the island, followed by the top of Tommy's head. His hair is very rumpled.

"Hey." The hoarse quality of his voice tells Eddie a lot more than he should know.

Sighing, Eddie grabs a beer from the bag to head out. "I'll wait in my car."

Buck is so red that he's almost the shade of his birthmark. "Maybe, um. Another ten minutes."

"Twenty," Tommy counters.

"I'll go for a drive," Eddie says, resolutely not looking in their direction as he walks out of the loft.

He should return those keys.

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