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Buck showed up at Tommy’s place with an EMF detector to check for ghosts after he casually mentioned he heard a bump in the night and it was, frankly, peak Buck. It was earnest and unwarranted and—he had to bite back his smile as Buck wrapped up his investigation—deeply, wonderfully silly.
“Your ability to one-up yourself in ridiculousness is a talent,” he commended him where he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You should take that act on the road, or better yet, enter one of those talent shows and win us a million dollars.”
Buck cocked an eyebrow at him. “If I won a talent show, my prize money would be ours?”
“Come on, you’re not going to cut me in?” Tommy never looked someone in the eyes and felt their gaze in his chest. He felt Buck everywhere, always.
Buck gave him a small shrug as he stepped closer. “Maybe I’ll throw you a bone for the idea. A small one.”
“Fifty-fifty,” Tommy countered. They were always negotiating: space, trust, commitment. “Straight down the middle.”
“Fifty-fifty would make us partners.” Buck’s warm gaze got warmer.
“Aren’t we?” Tommy’s heart brightened, and he finally let himself smile.