All This Love I’ve Borrowed - Ch 8

Buck spends the day feeling a little bit lost and off-kilter, even with the best kid in the world there to entertain him and compliment his cooking, and he can’t help wondering if maybe this is it; maybe Eddie is starting to realize that he doesn’t have to settle for Buck, that he could have basically anyone he wanted, that he doesn’t have to resign himself to what little Buck has to offer. Maybe he’s trying to figure out how to let Buck down gently, how to get himself out of this thing they’ve started without ruining their friendship.

Stop, stop, you’re scaring her! She probably thinks we’re droids. It’s alright. See? I’m flesh and blood, just like you.

here, have some spy au

so i said i wasn’t going to work on this fic right now, since i’ve got a couple others that i want to finish first, but they’re all at sort of sad points, and i’m just not feeling writing out arguments at the moment, so instead, you get some spy fic.  

for previous thoughts and blurbs, check out the “that spy au" tag.  

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Sidney pours him a drink, refills his own, and then heads over to the sofa.  There’s plenty of room, but he sits right next to Evgeni: Sidney doesn’t like having his back to the door either, and this is their compromise, sitting inappropriately close together so that both of their natures are satisfied. “To late nights,” he says, lifting his glass to Evgeni’s.  They clink the rims together, and Sidney takes a long drink, nearly draining his glass.

Evgeni takes a sip but mostly just watches Sidney swallow. “Should I ask what’s wrong?”

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