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Adriana doesn’t tell their parents that she’s going to LA. She doesn’t tell Eddie, either—or ask, for that matter.
She does ask Chris, and he thinks it’s a good idea—says as much, on the phone, and doesn’t say much else.
“Buck will probably be hovering,” is what Chris does volunteer.
It still surprises her when the man who opens the door is not Eddie. It’s—Captain America, is the thing that actually comes to mind—a man close to a foot taller than she is, if not more than that, with blond curls and broad shoulders, and he’s got a question in his very blue eyes that’s probably less friendly than the one he actually asks her.
“Uh,” he says. “Can I help you?”
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Or: Adriana arrives in LA. Maddie has been here the whole time.
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“Oh, wow,” Hen says, eyes wide as she looks down at Eddie’s phone screen. “That really is a cat.”
“Why do you sound so surprised?” Eddie asks, as Chim joins Hen. “I told you I was adopting a cat. Now I have a cat.”
“He’s got your moustache,” Chim comments. “Is that why you chose him? So you wouldn’t feel so alone when we make fun of it?”
Hen snorts and Eddie sends a glare her way.
“No,” he says petulantly. “That’s not why.”
Eddie’s well aware he’s not being entirely truthful—he did kind of pick Freddie because of their matching moustaches—but Hen and Chim don't need to know that.
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(Chris goes to Texas for the summer. Eddie adopts a bunch of cats about it.)
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“Hmm,” Buck hums, and Eddie feels the vibration of it under his mouth. Buck’s nose nudges against the side of his head. “Have you thought about that?”
Eddie laughs against Buck’s shoulder, unwilling to lift his head. “Thinking? Right now?”
“Shut up,” fingers dig into his ribs, “I mean, would you want to? Be married again?”
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“I feel fucking explosive, Buck. Like I’m about to go off at any second. I don’t want you caught in my mess.”
His eyes sting. At the very least, Buck contains the sound of it in his voice. “Eddie, I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” he replies, “but I already am.”
Eddie self-implodes. Christopher, seeking refuge, flees to Buck—whose priorities amount to, in varying order: take in the kid, get Eddie to talk to him, and keep the three of them afloat in the process. (Oh, and Tommy’s there too. He thinks.)
