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“Whose place did you go back to?” Eddie murmurs.
“Mine.” Buck coughs, cheeks burning, with a painful and sudden awareness of the fact that he's just admitted to fucking his ex in Eddie's bedroom. “Well, yours, but–um, it was mine. At the time.”
Eddie’s eyes glint. Buck has rarely seen him make a face like that before. It's almost disorienting—a flash of lightning, there and gone, and Buck feels like he’s standing on another precipice. Of what, he doesn’t know. “Do you still… have feelings for him?”
“God, no.” Buck shakes his head with enough force to snap his neck. “Hell-fucking-no. We were so wasted. Also," he grimaces, "the morning after, he said something, and I got pissed, and then I said something. Pretty mean, actually. End of story.”
“Is it?” Eddie’s brow lifts, prying, and a stripe of heat plummets from Buck’s chest, straight through his gut. “What aren’t you telling me?” His tone isn’t cold anymore, just cautious, even gentle, and Buck can feel himself folding against his better judgement, like paper to a flame.
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Or: Eddie jumps off of bridges so Buck doesn’t. Little does he know, he takes Buck’s heart with him every time.