how sweet it is (to be loved by you)

“Hello?” The groggy voice on the other end greets him.“Why are there so many types of flour?” Eddie blurts, eyebrows creasing together. “I mean, they all come from the same plant, right?”It’s silent for a few seconds, save for the rustling of what Eddie assumes is bedsheets. “Hey, Buck. How’s your day off going? Oh, it’s going great, Eddie. Thanks for asking!”“Buck,” Eddie definitely doesn’t whine, because he’s a thirty four year old man, thanks. “Help.”Buck sighs dramatically, and the line goes quiet for a few seconds before it beeps, signalling an incoming facetime call which Eddie immediately accepts. He tries not to get immediately distracted by Buck's sleep mussed hair, his half lidded eyes and his pouty lips. He really has it all under control.(or Chris has a bake sale coming up. Eddie's freaking out. Buck just wants to help)