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[firehousehimbo]

Buck was disappointed in the lack of snow over the weekend, and it seemed like the rain now was mocking him. He was even looking out the window of the station with a frown on his face. He wanted the island to know he was disappointed in it.

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[justalittlerepressed]

Eddie showed up with an umbrella and some lunch (from a restaurant) and was still soaked.

"I thought it was supposed to be winter here," he grumbled, shaking off the umbrella.

[firehousehimbo]

"Right?" Buck said, sounding like the weather had personally insulted him. "This is, like, L.A. winter."

[justalittlerepressed]

"Wetter than L.A." But maybe this would cause a mudslide. That would be fun, right?

[firehousehimbo]

Well it had been kind of fun, if messy, the last time.

"Yeah, dude, you look soaked," Buck said. "Did you even use that umbrella?"

[justalittlerepressed]

"Yes," Eddie said, running his hand through his hair to flick water onto Buck. "But the streets are narrow and the eaves."

Yes, the eaves.

[firehousehimbo]

"The what?" Buck asked, making a face at the moisture-flicking.

[justalittlerepressed]

"You know. The eaves," Eddie said, flattening his hand in a downward angle like he was demonstrating the roof of a house. "Just water everywhere."

So lunch might be a little soggy.

[firehousehimbo]

"Were you a carpenter or something in a past life?" Said the man who used to be a rancher. And a bartender. And an aspiring SEAL.

[justalittlerepressed]

"I know things," Eddie scoffed. "Maybe not the eclectic list of things you know."

[firehousehimbo]

"Excuse you, that was a trauma response." Unlike SOME people here, he went to therapy. When it was mandated by his job, but still.

[justalittlerepressed]

Pffft. Therapy. He was fine.

"It was a very nerdy trauma response," Eddie replied. "But it impressed Chris at least."

And Eddie, don't let him fool you.

[firehousehimbo]

"Well that's the only thing that matters, clearly," Buck said as he eyed the bag Eddie brought in. "Is there food in there?"

Or soggy food that used to be edible food.

[justalittlerepressed]

"There was," Eddie said, looking into the bag to see the soggy sandwiches. "Well, this time next week I'll apparently have one cooking class under my belt to try again."

Not that he cooked anything on them. They were super bought.

[firehousehimbo]

"Maybe, uh, wait like two or three more classes before trying to make lunch." He didn't want to be your nasty food guinea pig!

[justalittlerepressed]

"Oh, you don't want to support me here?" No, Eddie. He wanted to live.

[firehousehimbo]

"I will totally support you," Buck said. "In a couple weeks."

[justalittlerepressed]

"I'll show you," Eddie said like it would totally work that way. And not end up with a kitchen being aired out from the smoke.

[firehousehimbo]

"For now I will happily accept whatever soggy food you have brought me." Because free food was free food (when it came from a restaurant).

[justalittlerepressed]

"Thanks," Eddie said, shoving the bag at him. "You're going to regret that when I become an amazing cook."

In three months. Before having a nervous breakdown.