tilted

Buck is brushing the top row of his teeth when his phone rings.Holy shit.Maybe it’s Athena, telling him what dish to bring to the next barbecue at the house. Maybe it’s Karen, asking him when he’s free for a wine night. Maybe it’s Eddie, checking in during downtime between calls, hiding away in the bunk room so they have a little bit of privacy as if they have anything private to discuss. Somehow their little conversations felt tucked away from everything else, when one of them was on shift without the other, a breath of air when he heard Eddie’s voice, talking about whatever stupid shit just like they always did before Buck went and ruined —Damn it, Buck needs to pick up the phone.