a habit to kick the age

“Eddie!” he answered, “What’s wrong?”“No–nothing, “ Eddie slurs, “nothing is wrong.”Buck squeezed his eyes tight, pulling the phone away from his face to check the time ‘3:47’, “Eddie, it is quarter till 4 in the morning. You woke me and Tommy up, what do you mean nothing is wrong?”“Evan, “ Eddie breathed out, “you are so important to me, I honestly do not believe I’d be here today without you.”Buck scrunched his face, Eddie was talking but something was off. His cadence was slow, but not deliberate. He was nearly whispering, Buck could tell the phone was cradled close to his face, he didn’t sound upset or sad either.