It wasn't some big, elaborate, realisation when you realised you didn't love him like a best friend.

It was when he was babysitting Jee, baking with her in the kitchen. They were thick as thieves, messing around and giggling at God-knows-what.

Watching on from the table, you slowly realised you wanted it.

Like, all of it.

The domesticity, the family, even the simple stuff.

The thought of doing it with anyone else? It felt wrong.

You'd think you would've realised this years ago, when you were each others only friend back in Pennsylvania.

Though it seems obvious, in hindsight.

You followed him everywhere. He had your back, you had his.

From when Maddie left for Boston, down to him bartending in Peru.

So, of course you agreed to join him when he said he wanted to join the LAFD. Like hell would you let him risk his life without you right there with him.

Now that you think about it, you've probably loved him for years, but it never really.. registered.

Because he's Buck.