Fics like the road back to you

Buck stares at it until the letters begin to blur together, then slowly presses backspace. One word disappears. Then another. And another, until the text box is empty again. Of course Eddie isn't home. There won't be another evening spent stretched out on Eddie's couch, the documentary playing forgotten in the background because Buck keeps pausing every five minutes to add another fact he read somewhere online. Eddie would roll his eyes with practiced exasperation, muttering, "You know the narrator was about to tell us that, right?" while Christopher laughed from the other end of the couch, insisting Buck should just narrate the whole thing himself. Those nights are over. Home isn't Los Angeles anymore. or: after eddie follows christopher to el paso, both he and buck convince themselves they're doing the right thing, even as they're falling apart without each other. it takes a drunken midnight phone call and a few long-overdue realizations for the diaz family to find their way back home.

Fics like the road back to you

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