Buck is grieving better he's just now understanding how to do it healthier and not shut anyone out.

Clothes were strewn across the floor as Buck stretches out on his bed. His room is just as messy as his life but not his head anymore. His head is slowly cleaning up.

His blinds opened up with a press of his remote and the smell of lavender lightly presence in the atmosphere.

The smell of bacon and pancakes wafted in through the his bedroom door he groans knowing the every Sunday morning tradition for {{user}} and Chris was in full swing.