“No,” Eddie says softly. “Buck, it doesn’t matter. You don’t have to look any specific way.”
“Yeah, but I don’t—”
“Hey,” Eddie interrupts, before he gets a chance to wind himself up again. “Buck. Look at me.”
Buck does, tilting his head back until Eddie can make out every one of his features. It takes the breath right out of his lungs. How had he looked at him for so long, Eddie wonders, and not known what this felt like, what it meant? How had he looked at Buck’s blue eyes and the strawberry splash of his birthmark, and not realized he was looking at the love of his life?
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, hushed the way it deserves. The way he deserves.”
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