Okay, but now is the time where I’m going to laugh on main about the comparison between Hen and Chim and Buck and Eddie as best friends. Because Hen and Chim are incredible! They love each other so much! They are ride or die all the time, and it was torture for Hen to sit through watching everything Jonah did to him thinking that she was going to lose her best friend. And at the end of it all, they sat together in the hospital and said basically “yeah that was really hard, you’re my best friend in the whole world, I love you.” They’re best friends!
Flash back to a year ago, to the shooting, which we all know by now was filmed Like That, to Buck going home to Christopher while Eddie was in the hospital, to Buck running to Eddie instead of after Taylor and Ana fading out of sight as soon as he appeared (in contrast to Karen showing up for Hen and being equally as important in the moment), to the closest they got to talking about it then being “I lost it a little bit” and “maybe it would have been better for [Christopher] if I was the one who got shot” and the will reveal and “you act like you’re expendable, but you’re wrong.” To the fact that nowhere in any of that did they describe what they are to each other, as best friends or as anything else. To the fact that to this day they still have not actually discussed the shooting as a shared trauma that happened to them.
Like…they have shown time and time again that they know how to write best friends who mean the world to each other in completely platonic ways and maintain that friendship while also having wonderful romantic relationships outside of that. So when they write Buck and Eddie the way that they do…yeah…yeah…
5x17 coda // buck x eddie spoilers ahead, matey! haha. i’m sorry
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There aren’t as many stars in Los Angeles as there are in El Paso.
Eddie’s always liked stars. Christopher’s love of space, Eddie likes to think, was born out of Eddie’s own fascination with it. Nighttime was Eddie’s favorite time of day – nighttime was when all the weight of responsibility left him, when he had no one to look after but himself, and only the stars to keep him company.
He misses the stargazing, he thinks. More than anything else in El Paso – alright, less than Abuela, sure, and he only says this because he’s still not entirely sure Abuela can’t read minds – he misses the stars, and he misses the company they kept him during the night.
It’s in the middle of stargazing that he gets a call from Buck, sometime around what should be eight his time. Eddie takes the call, because he never doesn’t.
“It’s ten o’clock here, Buckley,” he jokes immediately. “You know it’s past my bedtime.”
“Alright, old man,” Buck is quick to respond. “I don’t have time for your back-hurting jokes.”
